Year: 2018

I am fine. The sadness in me finds no expression, So I paint a smile on my face While the sadness festers, Rotting the core of my being. Still, I wear the plastered smile of a happy chap, Always replying, “I am...

The Death of a Man My sister can look at a man and see ifthe shadow of his death colours his face.The folds of his wrinkles he earned from the sun,black like his hair, blacker than his teeth—broken,blacker than the hole where he...

the sun will try to walk your body into fired clay as you scribble your emptiness in the pain of a dying dog.   the night turns a name into a soft prayer.   bodies float in streams in search of fear.   silence is also broken by...