glass

black / rose

you are the filaments you are the watery light

crimson fingers

a soil veined with longing
her blood is milk-white and filled
with birds
stirring/with a sound like a last-breath
her thighs sobbing
she wakes and waits
her breath licks the window-glass
but still his face does not appear

firecracker

my mind is a mess of tenuous links

of tangled threads of thought, fraying like wire cobwebs

i try one identity, and then another, like fingering cloth at a marketplace

and then i realise that who i truly am is drowning in a thick ocean of false identities

lungs bursting, gasping for the truth WHO AM I

my mind is a mess of tenuous links, and confusion.





i'm so sorry i haven't been in touch lately... it seems like life is wrapping it's arms around me in one busy, smothering embrace. i'm missing reading your beautiful words... know that you still shimmer across my mind like fireworks

dog days of summer

gathering peaches like velvet. juice drips down my chin and makes my fingers sticky

i wake up early. the sun warms my sheets, the aroma of pancakes drifting in from the kitchen

reading books with thick brown-paper pages

chlorine pool-water is in my hair, soaked in my skin. cold showers. sea-foam.

the drowzy hum of crickets in the withering grass.
cold chicken and white lace dresses.

my skin turns brown as nutshells. i sleep in my undies, the fan whirling above me in the moonlight.

incense smoke, like thick cinnamon and dried-petals, curls and hangs in the air.

MELLOW SUMMER, WARMING THE CAVITIES OF MY HEART

summer is finally here!

mum and i bought the first bottle of iced tea yesterday, so now it is official, huzzah.

what are your plans for summer? (or is it winter where you are? if so, what are your plans for winter?)

x

photography by marc bordons