Stupor

It all started when her father taught her to never answer back. He got drunk and shouted a lot. She thought that’s what strength was. No matter how loud she made her voice, her tiny frame was always overwhelmed by the shadows of men. Men who liked her feistiness but only in bed. Men who

The Master Luthier

written in memory of Sir Amador Tamayo A trip to the luthier was alwaysa whole day affairYou never rushed talkYou never rushed art You told many storiesfunny, bare, earthyas the green expansethat cradled the workshop Nature, light banterPerhaps through the chatteryour ears were expertly probingIs this playerMellow and deepSprightly and brightHow does one marryflesh and

Siren

A siren is a signal There is a need greater than yours A siren is a warning Surrender or see blood on your hands A siren is a temptress Sweet final serenade She will lure you to the darkest pockets of ocean Her soul lies at the bottom Play deaf to her calls she doesn’t

Ode to my General

From the first foray Armour was cast aside like clothes in a frenzy White flags raised Sighs surrendered in honour of a love that could Breathe So unlike past lovers, tepid desire Festering discontent Poison buds whispered caution Ignored at first but impossible to make history Transient cadets were just parlay for You, bastion of

Pariah

you claim that i’m a class of my own not like the other fair conventional beauties you publicly adored i’m unique the only one you romanced quietly then ignored