Night Closing In /

Now, as the sky turns pink, chase
everyone else out of your skin
to see how violet it can get all by yourself
before the pre-OLED screen blackness
puts a lid on us, before
the green spaces release the sulphur
from this day’s recycled waters,
before white glare infests construction sites,
before the Gulf retreats from sight
and leaves the sound to the hotels
and villas squeezing empty beaches.


@verse by MR

Have you tried sitting on it? /

I was trying to finish a poem.
The poem was trying to finish me.
We both reached the end of language –
where he begins and I stop –
and stood breathing,
eyeing one another with contempt.
Him refusing to become whole,
me refusing to pull any further
by his lank hair. "I will disauthor you!"
The smug toad belches, not blinking.
You try dragging that stupid head,
tongue stuck in concrete.

Single Issues \

When AI takes away all words,
at least we'll always have our pictures.
When AI takes away all pics,
at least we'll always have the music.
When —
time to learn to keep our secrets.

@verse by MR

Have you tried sitting on it?
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