The blank page is the enemy. The blankness is to defeat. But what would you do if you couldn’t escape even your own piece of paper? If you couldn’t even be true to words, when they begin to tell lies. What would you do then? When your world begins to tell lies. When you can’t…
Read MoreI’ll Still Be The Moon, She Said | Poetry
Will you be the sun or the moon? I asked her. She said, I’ll be the moon. Why? I asked, the light does not belong to the moon. I’ll still be the moon, she said. To borrow from elsewhere and light the dark, that is the moon. I would always want to be the moon.…
Read MoreVisiting the Ducks | Poetry
A body of water
and a family of ducks.