I want you in every season of me, at each height, at every breaking. You are my quiet, the one who...
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
I want you in every season of me, at each height, at every breaking. You are my quiet, the one who...
Sitting in the back, I see sunlight shining on the scratches of old desks. And the clock above...
Muhammad Ali Samejo (Author of The Special) 'My recent read is 'Wolf Hall' by Hilary...
—to proclaim out beyond even the Cosmos as if sending the messages wind-blown off a brain’s...
She had the letter ready since before dawn. She had written it in a trembling hand,...
As I pack, absurd regrets vie for room With checklists in my brain. The marmalade And butter...
Courting disaster for months, But find it almost tolerable, As long as I remain steady, Taking...
Let us talk about other things instead such as the prince in black straying amid...
The television flickered in the dark, its pale light the only thing holding the room together....