(2015)
This is a univocal lipogram poem, where only one vowel is used throughout the poem
You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t… but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor…
There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.
We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
My kingdom is both Fruitful and barren, Wise and idiotic, Splendid and fatal. How’s yours?
Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…
I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came.
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me