bright

the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees

is fading.

the way.

new beginnings

are made of endings.

© Hudson Biko

bedlam

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in the bedlam

of days

there are times

when the haze

of yesterdays

will come in

and play.

and there are times

when the decay

of the better times

will come in and stay.

and we will

pray

in the only

way

we know how

to ask

for a way

to make the less. less.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Lydz Leow

flux

i woke up late for work today

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i woke up late for work today.

not that i wanted to.

the sparrow

did not crow.

the alarm

did not ring.

the birds

did not sing.

i found myself

at ten a.m.

with lingering lids.

that felt lighter

to open.

with a heart

beating at the bloom

of the day.

with a new life

pouring into the old.

it is a beautiful thing.

how the things

we want the least

can be the ones

we need the most.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Ryan Moreno

red

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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/

in crimson red.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sam Burriss