winter haze (400)

the city is indecisive tonight. late-evening sunlight glitters weakly off a myriad of glass, a maze of cars and buildings and filters through thin lace curtains. in the not-so far-off  distance, there's a series of factories and houses all burning fires. smoke rises, hangs heavy and congested in the air, curls into the buildings themselves… Continue reading winter haze (400)

Poetry 101 Rehab: Smoke

now you see me now you don't. i am here, everywhere, getting in your eyes. inhale, breathe me in. i'm in your lungs now - takes a while to cleanse. (i am clinging, sneaking away when you least expect it) try to catch me, pin me under a microscope. examine me and make the changes… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Smoke