Somewhere Over The Rainbow

from 2023 to 2017

  • 40°C

    40°C

    What does she make me feel? Is it perhaps, jealousy, do I look in the mirror and devise a plan to suck the flesh off my cheeks to match hers? Is it possession? A similarity of my father, another cliche in a relationship bounded by paraclausithyrons, Leader always admired hero, but never wanted him near… Read more

  • my love poem

    my love poem

    could you fetch some tea from the dining table outside? i’m really cold and I left the window open for far too long and you’re the only person who can soothe me right now. oh please is that what you wanted me to say just fetch me a decaf will you, little milk, no sugar… Read more

  • zenaida macroura

    zenaida macroura

    Do I think, sometimes, he thinks Worse of me? Sometimes.  Maybe he believes he’s better In some charming way and has A hard time breaking his Ego when I’m proven right, He has started working a lot. He reminds me he makes time For me neverheless. I have not slept properly in three weeks. I… Read more

  • i bought a gun!

    i bought a gun!

    I have read every love poem etched by a heartbroken mistress, Every chisel broken on the maestro, a hand cramp for a heart stroke. My father has recited every ghazal he has memorised, The ones from the dusty bookshelves and the new shit you kids read nowadays. I have also done the extra curricular activity… Read more

  • young tomatoes on a spanish beach house

    young tomatoes on a spanish beach house

    I’ve written this poem on the same day of September for the past two years, The homesickness with the mixed idea of unfamiliarity, A residence shifting under my feet, I’ve never had a home as a safety, Friends shuffled every year, my address in New York then London then here And I could argue the… Read more

  • all the writers were the same in 2014

    all the writers were the same in 2014

    what happened to you, you used to be a fanwhat happened to giving everything to everything you canbroken homes and gashes,your mother told you to spread her ashesand you got a little grown up?some familial honesty got you scared?did your fears of sex turn into fears because of it,tummy aches turned to rummaging through a… Read more

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