The second poem for the Instagram suite of poems, ‘The #tpomarquarantinepoetry Series’ was written from the following prompt: Mourning the loss of freedom and adventure. And if you can insert a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Easter egg – given the apocalyptic nature of it all – even better. I wouldn’t dare call the Buffy reference…
Tag: Backseat Loving
Sing, My Tongue
Of tongues singing in adoration, after coming to blows with the supremacist heteropatriarchy of nation-states. Of celebrating unbound passion, at the crux of all interpenetrating dimensions. Of climactic veneration of ceremonial vice, set amid a salubrious biome of nutritious blurs, where flesh and landscape are in indistinguishable form. Of spaces we can call our own…
Road Trips and First True Loves
Road trips and first true loves… If you’ve ever taken a road trip concurrently with falling deeper in love with someone, you know how the whole experience is ‘a mixed bag of pleasures’: A bewildering test, incredibly exhilarating and astonishingly daunting in equal measure. During the whole ordeal, ambivalence propels you – with but the…
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