If you think that human nature is good and powerful, then you go around frustrated because the perfect society has not yet been achieved. But if you go through life believing that our reason is not that great, our individual skills are not that impressive, and our goodness is severely mottled, then you’re sort of …

But, they are so awesome…

Do you feel it too? I know I do. That sensation when a stunningly intelligent and beautiful woman or man walks into your vicinity, or an impeccable programmer, or a/ an **insert the person you admire here**? That sweet sting of insecurity that grips you, slowly, like a giant vice squeezing your body gently? You …

Majid Jordan

Listening to Majid Jordan fills me with a blueness unlike any other kind I have ever experienced. In October of last year I somehow stumbled on their music, I forget exactly how. What I remember was the piercing loneliness and sense of despair I was drowning in at the time. Their haunting music was not …

Thin Walls

He goes first, ever the sleepier one. She goes to the kitchen, after supper of plain boiled rice, lentils and steamed cabbage, with their dirty plates. I hear splashing, the tap runs as she cleans up. She walks straight to the bedroom after. They giggle and chat animatedly, their words muffled. A sudden silence then …

(41) L’appel du Vide

(French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places. Reckless. That is what we are together. It feels right, despite the dangers we are flirting with. There are things we are both not ready for, things no one should ever be ready for. …

(8) Saudade

(Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost. A darkness pierces the light, igniting long cold embers to a bleak resonance. I can still see her through the smoke of the lingering doubts and regret, blinded by what I imagine, choked by longings that may never be …

Snakes

She uncoils herself with serpentine grace, slowly, sensually. A woman  who knows what she can have, and what she already has had. Beneath the satiation still lies a hunger I can barely feed, a fire that burns me over and over like a never setting Equatorial sun. I, the cold lizard that never warms up, …

You are the one I call when I feel some kinda way.  

When I glimpse her vivaciousness, that same tidal wave of sunshine I once used to ride, a painfully sweet melancholy pierces me, Miles Davis’ scratching trumpet music dances on my heart.  

  My eyelids are heavier than her thoughts, as I stretch out on her sofa and adjust my pants. I can smell the onions and curry on my own breath. Still, she will not mind my kissing. We are both too hot to care. Coconut oil permeates the air around us. She puts her head …