isn't it a wonder that the body can know the spirit so well?
vaginismus
shivering
in a short space of time i have become consumed with the fires that consumed the twentieth century. the fires that ate away at humanity and all morality. the systems that tore lovers apart. mothers clutching their children became fodder for orgies of violence. men hell-bent on blood. seeping and spreading all of it into... Continue Reading →
billowing embers
a greeting to 2020
still.dark.hollow
"home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease"- naguib mahfouz
scour
on love and sex
we never lived
of social death and reactionary awakenings
indefatigable
of memory and existentialism
the strangers
choosing light
reaching 100
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer's block. more so because in this month, two years ago, i started this blog. a blog i started because i was struggling to write academically. in february i registered for my phd. and like clock work i couldn't write again. at... Continue Reading →
the block
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
mamello.art 