break the cycle when the last kid drops the gun for a book

ceasefire when the last soul has let go of vengeance and hate

the storm outside uploading self to the darkest cloud

in bed dreaming of quiet tones of grey

the autumn breeze like life a fleeting memory

autumn noon the picture perfect mynah poses framed by leaves

after the rain after thunderclouds crows chase

dusk the kingfisher’s cry rips through the bitter rain

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)