⤛ poetry

i write

These are the narratives of a human being. Recollections that are dense, thick. Once thrown away, they have found themselves soaking in an ocean for years. And here, I leaf through these words that have swam back to me. These are the tributaries gently flowing down wintry mountains, trying to find some warm place to sleep. Sometimes, I wake in the mornings, with these stories fresh and wet in my heart.

In search of the finding, the remembering, the experiencing, the loving, the hurting and the healing. These words chronicle a lifetime of feeling. Words that weigh down the water storms under my skin.

These are verses. Verses that are thick with nothing and thick with everything.

begin //


a history of heavy eyes
what’s the weather like inside you?
autumn
november
december
atlantis and you
i’ve touched the wind once
thick
aubade
look at me
five verses
gnawing at my language
my homesickness is not a poem
helen
circles
blue poison
temple
honey
4AM
i need rainy mornings
if we sat on the rocks
in between the present tense
april in new york
kissing is a tricky thing
de temps en temps
foreign

*note that these are not a whole collection of poems I have written