Mesmeric

Siren’s melody                                 conjures a         half moon                     gale.    Mesmeric                                 chants lure         my soul,                      awakened at   daybreak on                                 pretersensual         shores.                                          …

Fifty-Fifty

Imperceptible breaths, each bearing a genesis of fortuitous destinies, rearranged ​in linear moments defined by ​deliberated discretions in our mind—that’s what   we’d like to believe.   A convenient feint,…