The breeze carries sticky caramel sweat through long summer days with no lunches I have packed up all of my old worlds and have brought it for you tales of youth spoken through long-dried acrylic color chemical stories stored for good on yellowing canvas move-in day is unearthing unnerving revisits to past lives in past…
Read MoreAll articles filed in home
Move-in Day
Oblivius: A Gallery
There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over…
Read MoreDate Palms
watch her melt into the sand, her heart claims this land where date fruits taste like home
Read MoreAroma
it has become harder to breathe on this continent that is not my own, when I try to speak, all that comes out is the sweet perfume of small white stars jasmine vines encapsulate my lungs— it is not my space to grow here
Read MoreRoots
as the façade slips away, shaking off the loose soil, you stand. scraping the dirt built up beneath unkempt nails, you were once comfortable here. memories fray like strings: tendrils now tiny threads thin and frail. carve a hole from sand. construct a dusty semblance of home. from sediment and rock, snakes replace the insects…
Read More