My Own Way

the fates have spoken / so that’s all

A Temptation

you try not looking despite your curiosity


It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release

Basement Warm-up

This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.

Particle State of OHM

I start to feel that I am not a part of a line of action, a progression of disruptive movement causing a disturbance in air particles which domino all the way to their disruption of my ears but that somewhere in the middle ground…