Canto II — Averno, lead us The rapacious lake A figment conjured up by ancient lore Through thee we come alive Thus Let us Pass The test we’ve been committed to Nobody’s sons, nobody’s daughters We wade in dire waters Will we still sing the hymns of yore? Asterion, the star-crossed Minotaur and…

Canto I — Averno, wait for us The Bird-less lake A place where bodies are orphans Of pneuma Thus Let us Trespass This world, onto a new one The entrance to the netherworld shall welcome us Ariadne shall weave her thread For us never to get lost Arthur, the poet in a tamarisk…

Author in photo. Photo by author. Breathe Heart’s beating like sea waves Against high cliffs Feel free to be the buzzing bee around my ears My spirit is slowly acclimatising itself to those wet sheets And I’m swimming where icy waters meet Lie me down Allow me to wreathe my…

I am no longer a poet and I’ve never been one in the first place. The crown of laurels has finally been taken and I’m eventually departing from this land of conundrums and responsibilities. A bare head as vacuous as these words I’m crying upon this digital page, I am…

There’s nothing Kafkaesque in this poem — Severe the sensory threads Lingering at the mirror The tongue interceded for a faltering heart Mirror, mirror on the wall What’s the worst act ever performed? Speaking to no one but a reflection Eyes sank to the sink The chest was laced with photons The cool air caressed the hips Bare feet, tiptoeing and pirouetting Hands reaching…

Turin was bleak a few days ago The sunlight couldn't seep in In this northern city teeming with life I doubted I was welcomed Inhaling oxides combined with other elements and particulates And the smoke fog that these chemical reactions created I may be developing a cancer inside the body or the brain I miss…

I was writing Averno and I got to thinking that there’s something sickeningly beautiful in our relationship. We’ve been together for three years since we got “married" under the moonlight in a late August night. We didn’t need anyone else, we still don’t need them because we are happier when…

I’m sorry Mum, I’m sorry Dad — Dear Mother, if you could go back in time, you would wait before letting the seed thrive into an ugly plant. and I know how you love tending to potted plants. I’m sure you wanted to be a mother but not prematurely. You were so young, a baby girl embracing her…

Prompt Gone Wrong — “Find your way back to my bed again Sing me like a Bible Hymn” Lana del Rey, Tulsa Jesus Freak, 2021 Flip me around Trace my spine with your fingertips Your tongue is an explorer And this fertile land of mine is yours to plow and sow I chisel your name on my lips And…