ArsisariaHer.Sometimes I wonder, what would have happened to me when a cute, fire-y Swede asked me the incredibly audacious question of starting a long…Mar 1, 2016Mar 1, 2016
Arsisariamachinations.The worker bee Is not me But a constructed shell Like a mechanized tool Enabling me to manipulate the world While keeping my fingers safe…Feb 19, 2016Feb 19, 2016
ArsisariaDistanceYour scent no longer lingers And my hands have lost your fingers Experiences become memories Feeling further and further separated As…Feb 18, 2016Feb 18, 2016
Arsisariaeyes open. the curtain is drawn.Writing is, both a comfortable bed with a favourite blanket on it, warmed by a lover and seemingly contoured to our body, while also not…Feb 17, 2016Feb 17, 2016