You’re are not gone, not yet, my heart hurts bad, already.
You, on your office desk,
than astronauts in outer space.
Someday, if you wake up to find the world upturned--clouds beneath your feet and earth above your head, the water in your taps turned to wine, your heart thumping wildly in the right side of your chest, and a great black bunny sleeping soundly in your bed--don’t worry, don’t lose your head, just give me… Continue reading The World, Upturned
Sheep are more dangerous than wolves, you learned a long time ago. Now, they get ready to sit around the rings and watch blood spill.
Last night, I was on all fours on the terrace floor. A beast of despair, unanchored in life, adrift in an ocean of a starless sky. I gazed at it as I lay upon my back after emptying my stomach.
Time is a traitor,
a fat dwarf
with a long shadow,
an oily man
with a slippery step.
The illustrations used here were compiled and edited by Vani Kambali.