Category Archives: Blue Funk

Ash

I stare at waves receding And know they are my words Going away from me, and the world, Going away to a place Where they will die A quiet, dignified death. I am less than a forgotten memory. I make … Continue reading

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Fire

Your love is a drop of water It lightens to air, floats, Condenses, and rains. The grass shoots. Leaves dance green. A new life is born. But in drought, krishna There’s no drop to be had During endless summer months. … Continue reading

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Liar

Thick grey clouds Swirl in the wind Thunder over houses And disappear Without a trace With empty promises And no rain. This krishna of mine Also promises me peace Shows me his soul Coaxes my laughter Makes me believe Then … Continue reading

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Somebody to Love

The beauty about life is that you will always end up learning, and especially learning not to be a smug, superior, self-righteous prick. You think you will never have an affair with a loserly, married man, no, not you with … Continue reading

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Parvati’s Grief

You lose a baby. The weight of that sentence is so heavy and thick with grief that the world tilts on its axis, and everything shifts. You can’t shift away from that numbing loss that makes you lose interest in … Continue reading

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Relief

It’s round and innocuous at first. She says it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t do anything. She laughs and acts embarrassed if someone asks her about it. She is dismissive when anyone worries. She won’t see a doctor. There are more … Continue reading

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Masturbation

At least they made me cum. The assholes I fucked Sometimes even loved. And then there was this one I just loved. Didn’t know how to stop. He killed time with me. Wrote me stories that I could build. With … Continue reading

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