Tonight the moon dismantles itself throwing a crescent on the earth while the sea in my veins evaporate. I lay on the bed watching home turning into a forbidden territory like the fruit that marked existence of the life and pain and grief came along in the birthday present. I try to write a haiku … Continue reading Moon, an analogue for pain
Poetry
Citrus dreams
A dream meets another dream under the lemon tree, and fruits turn bitter as if they are angry. I wear my blue apron and pick all the fallen fruits, the one that has tasted soil even with such great height. A fruit speaks to me and pulp sprinkles out. You won't believe the imagery but … Continue reading Citrus dreams
The Poetic Elixir 
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