tiny canoes

you are made up of everyone you’ve loved they live inside your capillaries ride your blood river in tiny canoes made up of wood and memories you notice them sometimes the canoe attempts the impossible and traverses through the aorta that epicentre of blood and feeling it rides rough rapids of turmoil and regret sometimes, … Continue reading

sounds of an empty home

There is a sound in a house when it’s occupants have left for the day and it isn’t silence. It’s more of a dull collective hum of electrical appliances enjoying the chance to indulge their expression without the need to shout over humans There is the echo of words whispered in soft tones and the violent … Continue reading