Recurring Nightmare/Fantasy

I breathe the memories in like smoke, Soothing an addiction I didn’t know I had, And I know that this is a trap, one that I set for myself, I don’t know if it’s borne by masochism or fear, My heart tells me it’s love, but I’m not fooled, You can’t miss something you never…

If Only

I used to want to feel the pain from consuming, like an emaciated lion viewing a life-saving meal, peacefully sipping from a pond, unaware of the hunger, survival, desperation of the creature lurking behind her, ready to pounce. Ready to pounce, without the energy to kill, weakened by days of walking aimlessly after a one-on-one…

the dance of Isabella

come and watch the dance of Isabella the rhythm of castanets awakes the moon her body tilts the oleander axis of the wind her hips rotate into the autumn of the fires   an iguana stumbles on profuse desires opening her eyes on Isabella’s chest your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers who step…

The Allallu Bird

  Oh great Aphrodite, the wind whispers You once watched the bright hued Allallu bird Through wondrous eyes as it navigated the aethers “Love!” You swore, and it flew to your hand, easily lured “Dove,” you cooed, while you cut off its wings and gave it rings to make it your own ©️whenmarsmetsaturn 2018 Image:…

in rising spray

I want to write about something else, anything really, but my head is crowded with the sound of the wind in lazy puddles, the approaching waves and the cries of distant seagulls. I’ve lost my heart again, the tides washed it away, every fibre drifting apart floating along solitary jellyfish, my heartbeat trapped under the…

The Concept of Time

Time is a powerful force that controls our existence. Every moment in which we are alive and conscious has been given a numerical label. The cycles of human behavior have been etched by the concept of time: when we sleep and wake, when we eat, when we celebrate birthdays and other anniversaries, how we define…

The hounds of time

Always needing,chasing your thoughtspredators on the runleaving you infear and doubt, tospice up their prey.Always feeding,there is no time,not even the present,tearing, sucking, bitingaway at every momentcutting, clawing, crashingall your happy thoughtsuntil even their memoryis nothing but a faint echo,yet they keep on hunting.The hounds of time,once you let them in, theywill make you miserableunless…