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Under a rectangle of moonlight Qi and Kaththi sit on a mat of leaves Stick falls on stone an eye implores two silences speak Kaththi stiffens nods quietly leaves
What the forest saw: notes cascade into each other, like the sky dripping into the forest, in a waterfall of desire. And born out of the union is the language of the trees. birds catch it in their beaks, and … Continue reading
the ocean froths In the empty ghada a Shrill whisper rises Like piss in the stream The fawda picks away at the clod Darknesses converge Upon the decaying carcasses The dead stink Louder than blasphemies In the sacred chamber And time, … Continue reading
leaves crackle underfoot. Fumes of wet earth spiral upwards into the translucent moondust; twilight rain’s afterthought. the saxophone breath of the night. soft rustle of foreboding. the forest begins to stir. sleep leaves the eyes of trees in little dew … Continue reading
melancholy is a colour. it sings through the cracks opening in the river of your broken baritone. like light high on dreams the cliffs are empty, the sea froths like an angry dog, the window is open, and the lipstick-smeared … Continue reading