Desert, her eyes are morsels to the jasmine and roses once grown from her wrists, between the flowers in each white finger, whilst the moon falls, leaves barefoot in winter,     deserved for posturing an abyss  this dance, like an atramentous sea; woman to the ebb and flow  of flower bedded lips to firstborn… Read More bloom.

“Where I’m from” by Anannya Choudhury.

I’m from Hannah MontanaThe Best of Both WorldsFrom singing at the top of my lungsWith comb for a mic I’m from the old neighborhoodThe sweet childhood memoriesFrom after school gamesAnd childish shenanigans I’m from Barbie DollsAnd kitchen setFrom operating on fake patientsWith my doctor’s set I’m from Taylor Swift songsThe cliched lines of love and… Read More “Where I’m from” by Anannya Choudhury.

“Thick Voices of Repose” by Brand.

Your spiritDrawn across the skiesVeiled in silver laceBeyond secret shadowsOn darkened peaksWhose granite walls echoThe voices of my heartJoined in constant songAnd cascadeBreaking away impermanenceAs the only rhythms of the nightWashing across synapses branching. Watching the wheel of new crescentPulling away cirrus crystal mistsMy feet rest in the flames of the earthAdding scent to my… Read More “Thick Voices of Repose” by Brand.