The following is a stream of consciousness exercise by Jonathan Hand and Tabish Ashfaq.Read More
The gigantic house
With more rooms than you can count
Stands alone. Like them.Read More
I am searching for something,
Grasping in the dark at fallen, decayed fruits,
Blinded by billowing winds of sorrow and salt,
Deceived by ditches in the dark, dull despair of dread
Until, amongst my anxiety,
Led by licentiousness,
I fall upon you,
You concealed those knives of yours
Under the gingham tablecloth, perhaps?
The haunting cackle of bells
Tease and torment the innocent.
Fidgeters and hiders are scattered
Surrounding the entrapping well below.
Sly snakes connive together,Read More
bluebird melodies echo,
worms burrow deeper.Read More
People have a strong misconception about prison. They go on what they see in those Hollywood movies: they think being sentenced for life causes this spiral into a restoration of morality. But not for me.Read More
Water stealing the air,
Like a precious jewel thief.
Empty and bereft,
I hear its mocking laugh.Read More
I can almost taste your lips when I think of you, the feel of your skin pulsating against mine.
The book in my hand paints landscapes of your face such that I cannot read the real words written.Read More
Moonlight beckons to its friends,
snakes start their hypnotising song
as they sharpen their teeth.Read More
The halo of light exposing
Queuing one after the other...Read More
You make time for me, you don’t understand what I mean.
But my dear, don’t you see?Read More
An invasion of auburn
seize the shadows,
commanding the explosions
of light to scatter.
Collar bones and routine and control.
One pear: a hundred and ten calories
I want to run my mouth across yours,
Slowly, definitely.Read More
Trying to move him is difficult.Read More
Splintered shards infectious,
warped musty wood,
rusty wire thorns.Read More
I would like to believe one
when you forget meRead More
i do not take risks.
you became my unexpected exception.Read More
He takes one last look at her through the glass panel in the door before he leaves: he does this every night.Read More