08.05.2023Suicidal poet, to read long after she is gone. Pure, damaged, inhospitable, an edition, 100 times a re-print, a shadow casted on the...
06.05.2023We, like smoke, are made of empty spaces: the sun, its reflection on my skin, a loud silence. Flickering in your voice: it’s not the...
05.05.2023It’s been 33 years, or 5 days. And I still have not learn anything. The sun comes up and down, the rooftops shine and rot, the landscape...
30.04.2023Desire, in the dark, my muscles contract when you don’t see my head spins in a trance, alone, in awe.
28.04.2023Eighteen in a rush, with all the time in life in front. Like a password at home. Showing your teeth. Worried about what they might make...