feel.
the whisper
of the wind.
and the splatter
of the sea.
touch.
the flutter
of the wings.
or the scatter
of the song.
witness.
the sky
as it breaks.
for days
on end.
take in.
all
of the ways.
the earth feels.
and ache
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Tag: creativewriting
the room with the red walls
cover the rooms
in scars.
leave your sadness
on the mirrors.
paint
the walls
in crimson.
swallow your
h(u/ea)rt
whole
presenting my second chapbook, the room with the red walls:
a few excerpts:
we were sitting
on the dinner table.
listening to the songs.
the words
wove
off the curve
of the glass.
the sun was low.
the room
was bright.
the shatter
was quiet
//
it was summer
there is a way
the sky
sheds
its grief
that
i
am longing for
//
set
do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine.
because
it is so dark
//
hope
missed you all. missed this. deeply.
© Hudson Biko. 2021. All Rights Reserved.
–
sprout
stand in the wilderness.
look at all the trees.
see the leaves
return.
feel the familiar
be new
again.
© Hudson Biko
Photo by Meriç Dağlı
shed
pour everything out.
you don’t always
have
to drown.
in your own skin.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro
fire
we were always taught
to be careful of the matches.
always asked
not to stand
too close
to the flames.
always kept
so far
and so wary
of the fire.
so
how
were we meant
to be ready.
for worlds
destined
to burn
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by guille pozzi
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