What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes.
Tag: chaos
The jar of a heartbeat
Amelia feels the jar of a heartbeat
wrapped around unspoken words
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Structured procrastination past midnight
Amelia feels stressed and distressed Too tired for productivity Too late for adventure Too busy for love Too early for bed She looks at the pile of laundry –reminds her of one hundred unanswered emails Oh, sweet procrastination! Amelia runs the dishwasher and sweeps the floor while adding items to…
There comes winter
I follow the smoke unaware Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts … or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders Autumn is almost death There comes winter and the heavy blackness … or not —I hope for snow and solar storms frosted…
Not enough confusion
Stillness and silence were all I could hope for … Ancient words kept flying around. Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words. Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos. Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise. In between my ears, there was a constant resonance: a noisy…
On writing a poem
You: How do you write a poem without knowing what to say? I start by attempting that impossible silence in my head while your question bounces with varying emphasis filling in that luxurious void so hard to come by The bounces start changing frequency sometimes they go into resonance …