The joining

I like all things vernal,lime-green, new unfurling like a trillfrom the throat of a nightingale. I feel like the apple of the eyeof the world, and still these words are an approximation while my identityis being reshuffled, Inanna to Ishtar, syncretisation. The withered grassfeeds the young. I was never the shining torchbearer of a precocious…

A senryu affair

carriage rollsthe rhythm of linesfluttering chest two moons in frontand to my back ablazing sun a mane tosstwo crescent moonslie waiting a cotton cloudtwo moons are eclipsedbut the sun! I know my mindlike the grooves in your browand yet, and yet…

The Time I Lost My Appetite

A few days ago I received a message from the editors of Reflex Flash Fiction. My flash, entitled The Time I Lost My Appetite, just lost out on making the long-list, but they liked it so much, they still wanted to publish it on their website. You can read it here: The Time I Lost…