in the jungle of life,
one must juggle with the struggles...
you thought walls don’t move
but they do...
Nooses slither around necks
ever so gently, tightening...
Kuebiko felt very old now
and spent his days...
Whiskeyed Sea
Each new horizon is a losing battle...
I forgot you
but my broken lines...
An immigrant pen
found a home in his...
dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...
I set fire to dusk hours.
Clouds of poison...
Eyelids sag, fingers
let loose, bones...
A
month of...
Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...