I cannot bear to carve into your skin so I put on my reddest lipstick the boldest crimson shaped to perfection the curves of the cupid’s bow to the corners slightly tilted to brand the marks of my lips on you everywhere mine  the red says as your merciful master I promise to rebrand you … More “red”

“at bay”

keep me at bay chained by the ankle to the blades of rock coal-black plates of ages gone shaped by the rising tide and raging clashes of storms furious I will witness the birth of thousands and more weening weed between the cracks of forgotten space and time rising from the deserted earth together we … More “at bay”


melancholy seethingly takes root unyielding, my spirit bound to thee scorched and frosted is my skin my ecstatic groan should be the plea I had a vision faint of a blooming lily torn on a wilderland of snow there nothing can taint yet all dies, all that I sow a vision or a dream, just … More “shiver”


Behold – this lingering breath of mine it haunts and teases you from the tip of the tide the midnight water blue diluted from my rustic pen overflowing very droplets from my veins right by the heartstrings and they tender to you – I call from the raging stillness of the wild the rustling of … More “dashes”

a response to letters of O’Keeffe and Stieglitz, to the dashes

it is as if the dashes continue, and if they are long enough, they serve as a link between you and I, so we can connect even on letters via words. a bond too great to be severed and too sophisticated to be bound by commas and fullstops only dashes, they linger. they lead on, … More a response to letters of O’Keeffe and Stieglitz, to the dashes