That blue boy in the distance kept walking his toes blistered and his soles bled my temples have never found a worshipper more devoted his red eyes burning with holy fire feeding his empty stomach He longs to become God and that cannot happen By Carren Wong Artwork by Lara Zankoul
Blossoming Takes sunshine and rain You will feel like you’re under dark soil for decades But when your petals finally see the light You will know It is all worth it By Carren Wong Artwork by Agnes Cecile
in every porcelain skin are bones made of bears and the teeth of shark ivory framed souls edged with ‘Noli me tangere’ and should you ever touch that skin uninvited you will be stabbed until your heart is in your mouth By Carren Wong Artwork by Agnes Cecile
I need to be touched. Everyone needs to be touched.
The little red botton in a 3 year old pocket Is a world Is his world. A little twig is a building brick of a robin’s nest A blue string is the river Nile in his eyes A leaf he caught mid air in Autumn Is his Narnia And I wonder why it came to… Continue reading Small Things
So i sit with waves crashing inside me urging to break out but to crowbar them into letters spell out infinities and invincible beasts into words is like crucifying a butterfly that’s just unfolded out of birth such inadequacy such blasphemy to write to create but then if i don’t those butterflies will fly away… Continue reading A Poet’s Poem
never dull your shine just because blackholes find your brightness blinding Artwork by Au contraire Photography