Sometimes when I read Hugo, or Hemmingway, or look at old photographs of Dazai I wonder what must have it been like to be an object of...

Dear Ofir, I wonder why you never wrote back. Maybe you never found the time, or perhaps the point of maintaining our correspondence....

I wish for some harmony between the person I want to be and the one I should be or the person I am and the one who I see myself as. I am...

I hope you had stayed tracing silhouette of epiphanies on my bare skin. is intimacy only physical? how much time is adequate to know...

my corset made of ribs, my mouth full of teeth, no tongue, no tongue, no taste, no speech, my fingernails curled with dirt beneath, my...

perhaps our story needs to remain incomplete because as far as I know conclusions denote the end. You say that in your dreams you hold my...

Something like rain, something like poetry is only felt through one’s own skin. I am asked “how do you do it?” I do it out of fear of...

The same particles that make up the river, the fire, the stars, the rose, the moth, and the mirrors make me. How enormous is the...

I search for peace in silence. In abandoned rooms, in deficiency of people. I wish to sink into emptiness. Nothingness should feel calm,...

The sky slowly loses its color, its fading shade turns only darker as I slowly melt with it. Am I disappearing to the world too as it...

I will keep my mouth shut, just this one more time, I remind myself again tonight. All the words that I save the world from bite at me...

Like the blood running in my veins – lethargically, sluggishly; like a good wine - slowly seeping in my brain, without an aura, like a...

Two small pills from the purple case inside my purse could stop it all. In an instant. The heaviness in my chest, the whirlwind of...

"It is just a simple text", says my mind, at two in the morning when silence has infected everything but my own breathing which sounds...

Write my name on the sand of a beach which is notorious for its violent waves. Write my name along the shoreline from the tip of your big...

Another October comes like a release, like a relief from the scorching sun under which I stay put in place joined from the tip of my head...