is there anything that lasts
more than the feeling
that nothing
ever will
(?)
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Steinar Engeland
Author: Biko
seas
the puddles are scattered
across the indentations
of tatters
of leaves
and tress
that became seas
of mornings
that linger
on windows
and shadows
that stay.
there are times
when we open
the curtains.
and it is us.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Aaron Burden
days
there are days
when the shine
of the sun
will ring
in the sills
of the windows
after the pour
of the sky.
and there are days
when the breeze
of the wind
will birth
the oceans
of the earth
to the sea
of the moon.
and there are days
that will be still.
and gone.
all at once.
© Hudson Biko
blue
it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
haunted
often
growing up
after a fall
i was told
to let the wounds
be.
that the best
way for their
healing
was their solitude.
that scars could come
but most would
go.
and i would be better.
it is a weird thing.
for i am all grown now.
and i
try
and try
and try
let the wounds be.
and it just doesn’t seem to work anymore
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Matheus Ferrero
hudson biko 