"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Monday, September 10, 2018

hypothesis: day 13

a small project
a four-month hypothesis

none, or none.
december twenty eighth.

today the beast grew a little, just a little.

a rather adorable creature still,
(at the moment).

grey eyes.
this little creature has clear, grey eyes.

it would appear this little creature
is brimming a little too.


who wouldn't love a little escape -
especially a sanctioned one.

next hypothesis forecast: probably two months later.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

chambre de chassé

feed the beast,
it grows.

too easy,
to lose.

they wander.

(my) reflection,
your eyes.

your reticence,
matches mine.

never lingered,

strangely attractive -
such mysterious aloofness.

wrapping my head round
this gentle leap,

this unavailing skip
of my own heart beat.

a little more gauche,
a less redolent sonata,

and desire,
the sooner siphoned.

yet, the hardest logic remains.
a third entity to pique my interest -

seriously, genes?
compromised, much?

good thing,
nothing could come out of this.

perhaps then i could afford to be a little more indulgent,
and feed this little beast of mine a little more,

just so i can continue to be amused (at myself, mostly).
after all, there's simply no way i can lose in this.

this fish that dreamt a world away,
surely has no qualms in her most recent imagining.

Monday, August 6, 2018


masks are but accessories to adorn when facing people who does not matter. pretty useful, i'd say. all the right moves at all the right places.

go ahead and wear a mask. so when you're with people you truly care about, you can simply remove it and reveal your true self.

go ahead and wear a mask. so you won't ever have to change who you essentially are. masks give you the option to hold on to the real 'you' at your core, and at the same time survive the not-so-"real"  world out there.

still think you know me?

Friday, July 20, 2018


books of old
legends and the myths
don't see myself upon that list
where'd i wanna go?
not looking for anybody

perhaps fairy tale bliss
something i can turn to
something just like this
someone i can miss

someone just like this.

Monday, May 21, 2018

heaven, bridge, ocean, drops.

"... but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
~ robert browning

what if one never actually thought about reaching the heavens to begin with?

what if all one wanted was to build a bridge to link everyone together?

what if all one wanted was to contribute in small, simple, little ways?

what if heaven is so far away one begins to lose sight of everyone and everything she loves?

what if one misses her little corner on earth so very much?

“my life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”

~ david mitchell

Thursday, April 26, 2018

same box.

"after the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box."

6 years on, a new perspective.

there are many games to be played in one's life; some born of our choices, some of circumstances, some inevitable.

some we lose, some we win. some well-played, some less so. but of these games, one thing remains consistent - we learn.

choose each battle carefully - ready the chess pieces - decide the right time to fight them.
fight all battles well; give your best shot in every game, play fair and aboveboard, with wit.

then, regret nothing.

Sunday, March 4, 2018


as it was in the beginning,
it is now,
and ever shall be.
world, without end.

the wheel reinvented,
the cycle, repeated.

the dripping,
the reaping,
the mirror.