[tabby title="Poem"]Dust gathers at the feet of a broken belly, The morning makes a shadowy blind entrance, Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality, is amiss, Dogs howl in the phantasmagoria of a soulful tangible ghost, Smoke, the illusion of her...

[tabby title="Poem"] Beautiful beast; ancient creature, father of the ancient stars which incessantly keep the sky subject to your divine intellect. Wombs have been sacrificed for centuries to titillate your divine perspective. Virgins holy in their promises are never enough...

[tabby title="Poem"]I am a butterfly burning.My wings are strangely stitched, tattered at the corners and hard to breatheMy weight is of a flying feather fluttering to be painted in landscapes.Burning,Wounded.A butterfly burning in the bloodied heat of a collectors bloodied...

Freedom, to me, means a number of things, but I will particularly focus on one, language, which I regard as ‘cultural identity’. The right to cultural identity. As long as the highest law of the country does not correspond with...

[tabby title="Poem"] A solitude of sayings followed by caves Ancient with history and silenced bees for the sake of sweet nothings and battered lungs Fangs and blood forsaken drums A shakin' mantra Sayings by deities; Godliness in celetial rites in...