Höמe ís (Ñoط) Heਰe

we sat upstairs in a small japanese eatery around the corner from the mrt station. i remember the tall stools propped against warm walls,...

the summer my eyes were blue the summer i had eyes for you the summer i tried to glue your fingertips to mine but no no luck not from six...

looks like a mask worn, taut over the face on the train then on a flight, all of ten thousand kilometres to eat dinner in a separate room...

Today I’ll fold my work clothes neat in the cabinet farthest from the bedroom door, hide my leather shoes, canvas sneakers at the bottom...

The first word is Heart next to No. Sometimes, the Heart hums stillness in-sync with my hourglass while I examine each speck of pollen on...

Aprender a respirar con más fuerza, a contar los días con más ganas. Desabrocharse los miedos, y secar las penas al sol. Ser luna...

The days could wilt anytime soon, turn crisp and crumble. As if a celluloid film is plastered all over town, its sepia getting dimmer and...