tungsten

wrote this for a competition, didn’t make the cut though

read and enjoy!

i like, how tungsten sounds
on my tongue
the leathery rasp- of lips
as the tip ignites against teeth
you get three, she said

strike one: my skin is on fire
strike two: the world is on fire
i never made it to three
bodies red, convulse and collapse
my. turn. now. i said…

A waterhen explores the forest/ park amongst the tall grass and dense vegetation, curious little fellow was looking my way as I sat absolutely still. It was walking in my direction when something caught its attention and darted off into an undergrowth.

shot with the Olympus omd em1 mark 1, 75-300mm lens (2023, northwest Singapore)

stay and let this land love you as did the other

tell me of the time you were loved by your land

tree amongst trees one remembers autumn where are you from my love

tomorrow will bring a soft shade of peach to tender lips

first light winged gods survey the landscape of flesh

the rain at dusk i applaud myself for existing