… Arrows ready. Breaths thirsty for the target’s desperate exhaling. Teeth sharpened; Impatient eyes, looking for the enemy’s tears. But all these… All these live under the surface, covered by haute coûture shiny, wind-resistant hair perfectly shaped nails, and sterile kinesiology. Branded suits that talk about equality and acceptance in front of…

Unexplored, interesting selves — If I was a circle I could roll and play collecting grass; I‘d travel all around the world, visiting places, using no compass. These thoughts were swirling in the mind of a triangle equilateral that imitated the humans around it who always want a self that’s collateral. A circle was…

Three dots can say it all… — … Three dots. Ellipsis. A full stop that doesn’t want to be alone. An ending that continues. A declaration of an omission; an omission which reverses itself, if decoded by the reader. A manifestation of cowardice on its one “edge”, but the absolute courage on its other. …

Free verse — The issue he faces these days is a black smoke around him, blurring his eyesight, turning his personal space into a suffocating bubble that accompanies him all day long. He takes his kids to school, he goes to work, returns home, interacts, and sleeps, with this permanent encroachment of his personal territory living a life…

A consciously formed experience — A sunset woke me up this morning. It was holding a brown and orange guitar. It played a sad song; it had got the blues. Does it see me as its muse? A sunset in the beginning of the day is a not-so-common visit. …

A free verse poem about commitment — Every morning I face myself directly. It comes from the innocent force of sleep, where the soul’s voice is not drowned out by the noisy mind of daytime, where the underground becomes the shiny surface. I look at the mirror with an almost creepy straightforwardness. …

Life is bitchy with boomerang throwers — A non symmetrical face. A big nose or damaged hair. A figure that makes you say “With some people, nature was unfair”. Or maybe… a mindset that doesn’t fit your way of thinking. A life-choice that, to you, is …everlasting sinking. You’re so angry at “monsters” like this, but also so…

Participating in Jean Carfantan’s “Playing Again the Divination Game” prompt — Crossing paths, footsteps on the same spot at the same time; one body within the other. No, it can’t be done. It’s physically impossible. It’s earthly illogical for the five-senses’ run. Mental crossing paths, spiritual footsteps at a common frequency, on the same helix of the spiral. …

Honouring a Medium friend I appreciated a lot — Every birth certificate ensures that a death certificate is on its way. We don’t know when or how we’ll die; the pendulum just continues to sway. This earthly cyclic presence has recently closed for my friend, J.; his high quality values and strong voice spread fragrant flowers in Medium’s bouquet. He was gentle, humorous, authentic, warmhearted, and straightforward. He left…