Category Archives: Blue Funk

The Drive

Loneliness arrests me in the middle of a laugh in the middle of a joke, I just thought up. I scramble for a list of people to share the punchline with and realize that I must finish the laugh alone. … Continue reading

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Hair

I count each strand of my hair To account to krishna Of my love and care. He tugs at my braid But stares mesmerised At another’s gait. My hair locks in dreads He ruffles the knots, laughs And that hot … Continue reading

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Verboten

I whisper his name among the weeds krishna krishna krishna He does not hear. I wear in my hair jasmine strings And intoxicating sweetness krishna does not smell. I show him sights familiar, familial krishna smiles, but he doesn’t see. … Continue reading

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Memory

The fear is what will happen if the hoarder of secrets loses all his memory? Where will those secrets go? Who will hide stories about my paternal ancestry? How will we ever discover what happened to all that money all … Continue reading

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Stain

krishna stains me black I look one night and there we are. He is me and I am him Stained together in black. Stars twinkle in the wild darkness That is us. That black is us. Entwined together, Running parallel … Continue reading

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Fade

The words, Go. Oh? O is right. Followed by N. Then, E. One B Y O N e. What’s that word? Like poof. Gone. In those books You know what books? The books with pictures. For children usually. Comics. Yes. … Continue reading

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La Vie en Violet: huitième partie

Around now, I begin to suspect the frequent changes to my medication. My psychiatrist told me that my anxiety is a result of all my other illnesses. In that sense, it’s pretty organic and not a result of anything emotional. … Continue reading

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