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Cali.

the smell of your skin tastes like honeycomb’d coffeebrown blended into pristine bytes of blithesome music

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Mushrooms.

last night, i saw a man walking under currents like a fish swimming on the pavement

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petnames.

She’s always barking like a dog, always angry like a mad cow; so now, I call her my baby-bull-shih-tzu

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humbled.

i thought i knew how to love, in all your glitz and allure: in mindful oblivion, indulging naked arrogance, i think about loving you more

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White Noise in Queen’s English

Bracing myself for a date with fear, I started breathing, the way children breathe after crying their eyes out.

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open

i’m open to the idea of being close to you. you are a flower, and i am Pandora’s. but if i open up to you, how long will you take to…

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She Is

She is not loud, but her presence speaks volumes.

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Feline Ladybird

we hardly ever talk anymore the sound of your voice is now an abstract memory buried under bland tones and über smart phones

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Shapes and Haikus

Sandstorms and small talk appear to hide you from me, with noise and whirlwinds.

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the touch.

between my thumb, this index and the middle, this pen used to sit; perfectly parked between my thoughts and fingers that mummy used…

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Adam and Eve, and the Singularity

The title of this article probably has you wondering what Adam and Eve have to do with the singularity. Or maybe you are asking yourself…

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a one-line poem inspired by Emily Roberts moments

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When Desire Comes

a cascade

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Cold Shoulders

Nothing compares to the feeling of being rejected but for you, I’ll wait until some gold plated emotions are revealed, and then, acceptance…

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Esc.

feel free to capture my love inside that enraged heart of yours until i grow enough feathers to plan the rise of an epic great escape

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About Loving Me

if i send you hearts and kisses a couple of times a day saying i love you, and you send words back with no emojis whatsoever, how on earth…

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Yonder.

Victoria will not show her glorious face until Brutus decides to embrace compassion and kiss empathy on the forehead, but her love shines…

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No Other Touch

Grab me by the legs and I’ll run away with you; eloping gazelles have never known such wildness.

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Sandstorm.

will you promise to meet me tomorrow, safely, in the cool waters of the mighty river nile, or would you rather stay here with me, still…

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Broken Waters.

banks direct the flow of watermarked currency the way riverbanks direct the flow of water currents

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A Strange Eloquence

Two socially awkward people came together one day and created a truly gorgeous baby, but it was quite strange because sometimes the child…

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The Last Word in Oxford

I am the latest and the last word in history. Keep your emotions in check; this is not a post-truth.

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Love, Untangled.

Love has been riding for ten years on this mad rollercoaster. Love lives in a dream world of handbags and colour posters.

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fingertips.

the quaint sensuality of your pentagonal touch, on the brows of my skin, is the quintessence of everything good in this world: amplifying…

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The Puppet and The Harper

Push my buttons like piano keys, and I’ll sing you a song that reminds you of Othello.

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Plastic Hearts

a free verse

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if Death Lost An Ace of Spades

It takes one to know one, but I took ten, so I keep an eye out, every now and then.

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The Matriarch

Aset, I remember a time when kings and high priests would meet with our dear mother before making laws and serving burnt offerings,…

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au courant

i am

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blind .

the interpreter became a little confused and tongue tied when Jemima said; both love and hate are equally as blind… but to love, and then…

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Love Angeles

I met an angel we called Love, once upon a time at a place called

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White Noise and Boomerangs

She’s been gone for a long while but today, she’s come back around. She hasn’t been missed in the slightest, but I’ll pretend, just to keep…

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Summers and Pooh Bears

I know a place in the ocean where glaciers creak, and winter falls on reindeers.

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Hidden.

Why do I have this urge to hide you whenever she comes around? She knows I often hide you there, and she knows precisely what buttons to…

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One Day, She Saw a Dream

One day, she saw a dream coming through some words on the table by his window, so she paused for a moment just to ponder its meaning, as…

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Somewhere Safe

If I am you and you are me, which parts of our being could hate safely reside?

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Slumber Party

victoria, you want to tell me a secret. i promise you, i’m not the kind that would keep it; i spent the summer with annie, i might…

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Fibonacci’s Muse

in response to Emily Roberts’ Beauty

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Echoes In The Forest

i found her, speaking to an enigmatic blue bird by the fringes of a black lake, so i sat down for a moment, and listened to the echo of the…

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en(s)crypted.

These loud secrets lay in the back of a repressed memory, haunting: their animated machinations come alive in the nooks and crannies of an…

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The Ballroom.

entrapped by the jewels on her mother’s necklace, freedom looked ever so ugly, so she placed a smile on her bravest face, and chose to…

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A Monarch’s Lai

Fruit sponge or cheesecake, oven or hand baked. Choices.

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Three, And a Crowd.

never before has my mind been tickled to the point of such spasmodic eruptions; and to think that until yesterday, i’d always thought of…

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Motion Pictures

i took a picture of you in the shower, washing your silky soft hair with soap and hard water,

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The Search

I searched and searched and found nothing. I searched again, and found her.

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In The Blackness

a quatrain

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Little White Lies

a free verse

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Pink Carousel

You said you’d meet me at the playground, after dark when nobody’s around. You said we’d sneak and catch a kiss in the park, so I brought…

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Rugs and Riches

a cascade

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iProphesy

3 per cent of iRobots shall go through the black mirror for a chance to reach the automata, and become ex-machina

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Fibonacci’s Muse II

she’s a true sage of the age sagittarius, a star; swimming like a fish through aquarius

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endless.

for the butler

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Mrs.

I’ve been thinking I’ve been thinking I’ve been thinking about us and why you’ve really got me stressing like this.

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Blueberry Hill

Through the formless gates of the city with no walls, she finally appeared.

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32 and Beyond

humans have a special affinity with the number one through thirty one. show me a person born on the thirty second, and I’ll tell you…

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White Noise and Black Scarecrows

It’s been a mere three weeks since she dearly departed, and I have been here, dreadfully awaiting her unwelcome arrival.

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the cutes.

a cinquain

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The Lily and The Watcher

she’s my alpha lily, she’s my orchid, watch her. she’s a floral beauty, all she needs is water.

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An Alien in The Diaspora

from yonder he came, tender still, in years and looks, searching for a place he’d learn to call home

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Hermes

as above, so below jealousy disguised in cold balls of snow when family and friends pull strings from a bow, worlds fall apart from…

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red.

let’s sing out loud and beat on our hearts with thoughts from our foreheads. breathe more, and care less about the petty things i may…

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tiptoes

inspired by marika bianca’s echoes

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Michelin*

I’ll be there for you.

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Drink.

Wait for it to brew, so you can smell the rainbow, then, drink in the storm.

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Dots.

Beauty marks the spot On your skin like a tittle; You, and only you.

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Brainstorm.

Imagine such things, as if you can dream out loud, and manifest bliss.

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Shoot To Kill

a senryu

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Yoyo.

Back and forth they go. Who’s playing yoyo with who? Those tides, or the moon?

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a thousand words

They say less is more, so I learnt a thousand words, then wrote this for you.

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a Senryu, for you

inspired by Jackie Ann’s haiku

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Stamps and Senryus

These letters are yours. I found them in the garden, by the waterfall.

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Valentine’s Voodoo

I’m in love with you and how you carry your cool eccentricity.

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Crayons and Twilight

Colour in nightfall, as the sun's rays leave the sky, with pink and yellow.

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Riddles.

Is it high enough? Are you sure it can’t be moved? Is it that mountain?

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beauty’s colours

a tanka

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love, in arrears

a tanka

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wish

a tanka

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Ruby

Buried far in the deepest deep, are feelings that in due time will douse the fires of the warmest heart, and we’ll part ways because your…

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Say Nothing At All

Since you’ve been gone, astral forms gather around the hole you left.

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i dream,

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Early to Rise

Insomnia, and Methaqualone had never seen real love until they let me fall asleep one night, when the moon and the setting sun made a…

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The Sailor and The Butterfly

Once upon a time, a wealthy sailor sat in the garden of his mansion to do what he loved best; to think.

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Watching the American

a short story

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Déjà vu

On the train again, staring at my thoughts as they chase after the rays of sunlight dancing on the tracks outside my window.

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The Beach.

A wealthy and influential baroness without an heir was looking for a wise and able manager who she felt was skilled enough to hold the…

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rigor mortis

Exhausted from all the swimming and searching we had done for more than an hour or two, we finally decided to head back out. But as we…

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a.i.m.

an idle mind is the devil’s machine, learning

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The Duality

Should I let the duality distort all I see? Afternoon, never let go till it’s the evening.

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Court Beauty

a free verse

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Callme.

i’ll walk before i crawl, was what she said. in time, you’ll learn to call was what he read: so he sent her some emojis, handwritten…

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Pixel’d.

i abhor clicking on social square avatars like a woolly stray sheep unless there’s a promise to help keep me warm; but whenever i scroll…

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A Pair of Sounds.

a kōan

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Horizon.

a kōan-in-cheek

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6:66

A country in a country’s where we’re headed any minute; countries within countries will begin in 2020.

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D’Evils

Not all White people are devils.

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Ignoble Scoundrel

Her actions are like those of a scoundrel you and I could never hate. Love stands over her temple like a warlord with no malice.

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Signature.

Inspired by Tega Numa

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The Statement

Talking with you people is like playing a game with a bunch of sad mosquitoes who just won’t die.

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Roxton.

for Roxanne and Clinton

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Cascading Crescendo

Dreaming of ways to make you smile I fall into a crescendo of thoughts wrapped in fluffy pink cotton wool and here, I begin my ascent…

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truths.

i made a vow to become a man of honour, but truthfully speaking, i’m not really a thief

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Love Me Like Virtual Reality

Love me like virtual reality and strap my countenance over your eyelids like goggles with facial recognition.

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Games and Levels

a game; a people

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Sterling

Green, pink, and purple, fivers, fifties, twenties; changing hands in circles, numbers, colour’d faces.

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High Barnet

her locks used to be long and curly and mine have always been short and wavy but tonight, we found ourselves in amiable company, swimming…

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Our Name, in Memories.

when those dotted lines call for a feathered pen, some ink, and a fools signature,

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Outlines

an evening echo verse

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Ad Infinitum

Do not insult me.

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Hands

Behind the rouge curtains and cued rounds of applauses, I found some cigarette butts and some used camera lenses that made absolutely…

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My Heart and This Hole

Renew the life in my soul. Keep the flame burning. I want freedom, I’m searching.

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Playtime

a one line poem

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Love Child

Sometimes, it’s a little scary being a baby. I love being sporty but mummy says too much of that won’t let me become the pretty posh girl…

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look

inspired by marika bianca’s touch

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iamOS

a one line poem of the future

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Adult Days

Fancy reading some more?

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nostalgia

I love it when it rains on sand.

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taxi

i asked her why she’d turned down every single cab she’d flagged down, then she turned around, smiled, and said she was waiting for a taxi…

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Spring Babies

a one line poem in response to Kathy Jacobs’ Spring

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X.

looking for an excuse to remember the words my ex used, whenever she wanted to be excused

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Dirty Plastics

today, while on a walk with a very annoying special someone, i walked past some sex on the pavement and thought to myself; tonight…

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Cupid

What is it about your smile that’s got me? What is it, about the way that you’ve gotten me weak? What is it about your style that has me…

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Full Lips and Beauty Spots

Your lips were like optical magnets, luring my gaze into their fullness, and your smile highlighted those beauty spots strewn all over your…

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Felicity

Your legs are overjoyed, they move with great intensity. You’ve never been annoyed, you have a strange perplexity.

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Beasts, and Pink Lemonade

To love and adore you is like watching maple syrup, dripping down the sides of warm pancakes; hypnotic at the very best, erotic, to say the…

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Gemini’s Story

Justitia and Themis always argued over Pisces, and the iridescent quality of their shiny scales. Libra and Prudentia on the other hand…

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The Parable of the Vineyard Workers

The first shall be the last, and the last shall be the first. Meaning the first shall not last long in our minds.

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tricks.

my first triolet, inspired by Indira Reddy

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All This Life in Me

Life’s good. Life tastes like milkshakes with peachgrape and creamy haagen-dazs yoghurt.

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Bells

Everybody rushes out, when the bells ring.

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Coral Lines

This little muse of mine, tells me how to let it shine. She comes to me surrounded by these fruits of the vine; her kisses are indelible…

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sweet teeth

Vinyls play on our memories, some of which are stuck on repeat.

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The Jobless Future of Abundance

Here’s a prophecy;

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I’m Not a Humanist;

Some of my best friends are human.

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CBaaS

Chatbots-as-a-Service

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Chatbots and The Future of Education

Ever noticed how quickly people learn when it’s something they’re truly interested in?

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Cali.

the smell of your skin tastes like honeycomb’d coffeebrown blended into pristine bytes of blithesome music

Mushrooms.

last night, i saw a man walking under currents like a fish swimming on the pavement

petnames.

She’s always barking like a dog, always angry like a mad cow; so now, I call her my baby-bull-shih-tzu

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humbled.

i thought i knew how to love, in all your glitz and allure: in mindful oblivion, indulging naked arrogance, i think about loving you more

White Noise in Queen’s English

Bracing myself for a date with fear, I started breathing, the way children breathe after crying their eyes out.

open

i’m open to the idea of being close to you. you are a flower, and i am Pandora’s. but if i open up to you, how long will you take to…

She Is

She is not loud, but her presence speaks volumes.

Feline Ladybird

we hardly ever talk anymore the sound of your voice is now an abstract memory buried under bland tones and über smart phones

Shapes and Haikus

Sandstorms and small talk appear to hide you from me, with noise and whirlwinds.

the touch.

between my thumb, this index and the middle, this pen used to sit; perfectly parked between my thoughts and fingers that mummy used…

Adam and Eve, and the Singularity

The title of this article probably has you wondering what Adam and Eve have to do with the singularity. Or maybe you are asking yourself…

smile

a one-line poem inspired by Emily Roberts moments

When Desire Comes

a cascade

Cold Shoulders

Nothing compares to the feeling of being rejected but for you, I’ll wait until some gold plated emotions are revealed, and then, acceptance…

Esc.

feel free to capture my love inside that enraged heart of yours until i grow enough feathers to plan the rise of an epic great escape

About Loving Me

if i send you hearts and kisses a couple of times a day saying i love you, and you send words back with no emojis whatsoever, how on earth…

Yonder.

Victoria will not show her glorious face until Brutus decides to embrace compassion and kiss empathy on the forehead, but her love shines…

No Other Touch

Grab me by the legs and I’ll run away with you; eloping gazelles have never known such wildness.

Sandstorm.

will you promise to meet me tomorrow, safely, in the cool waters of the mighty river nile, or would you rather stay here with me, still…

Broken Waters.

banks direct the flow of watermarked currency the way riverbanks direct the flow of water currents

A Strange Eloquence

Two socially awkward people came together one day and created a truly gorgeous baby, but it was quite strange because sometimes the child…

Noteworthy Poems

The Last Word in Oxford

I am the latest and the last word in history. Keep your emotions in check; this is not a post-truth.

Love, Untangled.

Love has been riding for ten years on this mad rollercoaster. Love lives in a dream world of handbags and colour posters.

fingertips.

the quaint sensuality of your pentagonal touch, on the brows of my skin, is the quintessence of everything good in this world: amplifying…

The Puppet and The Harper

Push my buttons like piano keys, and I’ll sing you a song that reminds you of Othello.

Plastic Hearts

a free verse

if Death Lost An Ace of Spades

It takes one to know one, but I took ten, so I keep an eye out, every now and then.

The Matriarch

Aset, I remember a time when kings and high priests would meet with our dear mother before making laws and serving burnt offerings,…

au courant

i am

blind .

the interpreter became a little confused and tongue tied when Jemima said; both love and hate are equally as blind… but to love, and then…

Love Angeles

I met an angel we called Love, once upon a time at a place called

White Noise and Boomerangs

She’s been gone for a long while but today, she’s come back around. She hasn’t been missed in the slightest, but I’ll pretend, just to keep…

Summers and Pooh Bears

I know a place in the ocean where glaciers creak, and winter falls on reindeers.

Hidden.

Why do I have this urge to hide you whenever she comes around? She knows I often hide you there, and she knows precisely what buttons to…

One Day, She Saw a Dream

One day, she saw a dream coming through some words on the table by his window, so she paused for a moment just to ponder its meaning, as…

Somewhere Safe

If I am you and you are me, which parts of our being could hate safely reside?

Slumber Party

victoria, you want to tell me a secret. i promise you, i’m not the kind that would keep it; i spent the summer with annie, i might…

Fibonacci’s Muse