Waters of Lethe
Writing

Waters of Lethe

Volumes and vessels. Recesses and rooms. Shallows and shadows. Mosques and minarets. Cathedrals and chambers. You’re an echo without an origin. You’re the volume of a vacant vessel. You’re the magnificence of monuments, you’re a broadway show amidst yellow city lights and a silent history amidst ruined sculptures and incomprehensible scriptures. You’re the blood on … Continue reading

A Solitary Exodus
Writing

A Solitary Exodus

The sailor opened his ravaged cream canvas The harbor stood impedingly far from sight Beyond the fading orange gleam and approaching purple haze Of the drowning winter skyline, Upon whom the hallowed, salt- crusted, iron gallows dangle The corpses of an unforgiven past hung like the autumn bloom. Where men and women not confined to … Continue reading

Petals
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Petals

walking past the same pavement every morning I like stealing short gazes at you and on some days by the look in your eyes I can say how you love flowers the shade of crimson and white on sundays, that would perfectly decor your table and add hues to your coffee, I remember how you … Continue reading