Witch Hazel

The witching hour Dead groans that feel like chestnut burrs split open in the throat Like a wall that hangs close to your nose Warm hands that run their fingers in curious circles along your backbone Up and down Sharp breaths that froth on your pores Fizzing into your cells Like thin needles slipping into… Continue reading Witch Hazel


The sky after the rain

Have you ever marvelled at the wonder of broken up clouds Parting in the undulating surface of space Their voids occupied by the infinitesimal specks of dust Irregular,scattered Like dry leaves left tousled after a storm Inked on the sky like butter on a parchment paper Disturbed by the lightest movement However discreet The sifting… Continue reading The sky after the rain