The night smells like gasoline and gardenia perfume, a blend of danger and nostalgia. Somewhere in the back of a Cadillac, a lighter flicks. A man with a moustache so…
There were always eyes in the dark, but I tried to tell myself they were only tricks of the light. Shadows pretending to care. I used to sleep, once back…
And then the trees shifted. The mushroom lights dimmed. The windmills of the forest bent like reeds, and out stepped a figure in a robe, humming with the low vibration…
In the black hoursβwhen the world blinks, and shadows swell too thick for reasonβthere is a place where no candle dares to burn. That is where Hellin lives. Hellin was…
Love in the Forest of Par There are many ways to find yourself in love. Some people fall. Some stumble. Some swipe right. And then some clang. Picture this: a…
Hellin was not summoned. She was made. Every time a voice was swallowed, she grew. Every time a girl pressed her teeth together instead of speaking, Hellinβs grin sharpened. Every…
And lo, the prophet cried out with great enthusiasm: βOoh! I used to luva hiking in the mountains during the blood moon. I ended up stuck in a trap and…
Scene: In a courtroom before the trial. Characters: β’ Prosecutor (P) β works for the state β’ Defence Lawyer (D) β helps the person accused β’ Judge (J) β makes…
At first I thought love as destruction due to the simple fact of speaking of death, guns, rain of lead and a general violent picture. But I think it is…
There are texts you reread five times and still canβt untangle. This one was my favourite: βBut my eyes are closing now. I am so sorry that I have to…
βI am sorry that I wasnβt present enough. I canβt always control my bowel movement. Especially after ingesting apple. But I will try and do better. And I will be…
A thought exercise: What if we reclaimed culture as the soil and humanism as the seed? (Defining culture as: the daily habits, stories, and rituals that hold us and humanism:…