there are times when the leaves settle
against the blue of the sky.
and there are thoughts that linger
like
do you tell
yourself that
it was nothing
at all?
too?
or
do you
maze through
alleyways
filled with the haze
of days
you keep setting ablaze?
too?
or
did i only care
because
you cared?
(too?)
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the walls were punctured.
the chain hang
halfway above
the door.
the floor was splitting.
i was in-between.
the cracks.
blood pouring/
crimson red.
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Photograph by Sam Burriss
written with the wondrous Nandita (in italics). an incredible pleasure to have her on this.
there are nights
filled with crescent
moons that cut
at the tips
of stubborn hearts.
with stars
that dim
and veins
that pour
on sheets
of skies.
and angels
that cry.
and goodbyes
that linger.
and on such nights
of heartbeats sullen
from remembering
waned dreams,
breaths reek
of nostalgia
piercing through
pallid veins
to burst open
tears of poetry
waxes paths
dimly illuminated
by fallen stars
and some
still silent scars
© Hudson Biko and Nandita
is there anything that lasts
more than the feeling
that nothing
ever will
(?)
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Steinar Engeland
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.
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Photograph by Aaron Burden
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