See me in my (first) podcast!

Testing, testing… Hi everyone! Podcasts are trendy, and I’m a trendy guy. Like sweet and sour we go together, a complimentary dish that everybody can enjoy. But there’s a problem: I’ve never actually recorded or even featured on a podcast! Until today! I’ve teamed up with fellow MMU students in the Philosophy Society to talkContinue reading “See me in my (first) podcast!”

The Purest Pantheon, Dais Four

‘til death do us part escaped their twisted lips as the dancers clutch one another in lover’s embrace, squeezing the life out of each other— a newlywed couple shedding their disgrace before they flick the tongue of their knifes into skin. No hard feelings, their knifes mutter, slipping intimately in an act of mutual penetration,Continue reading “The Purest Pantheon, Dais Four”

Pond Skater (in conversation with Matsuo Basho)

My roof is the heaven, where a wanderer can ply the stars. A loner on still ponds— so, let that be my name: plyer of the sky’s seas. Summer sun guides me to the first winter rain, so I can find nature’s peace. What do you think? Let me know in the comments below, orContinue reading “Pond Skater (in conversation with Matsuo Basho)”

Where The Tall-Grass Grows

Blades slice the land wide into a gaping maw, stroking your thighs in the sea breeze, coughing a salty tang that dries your tongue, as cackling gulls flow in the westerly wind— circling the lighthouse, sketching a bold white line on blue paper, as though saying you’ve made it here. What do you think? LetContinue reading “Where The Tall-Grass Grows”

The Purest Pantheon, Dais Three

A sanguine horror is plastered across the marble, its slippery sheen reflecting the brilliance of the perfect man. His flesh taunts my eyes, teasing curvaceous lines and rippling muscles that peek through the toga. Though like the others, horror creeps through the stone. Turn one way, and I see a tenderized face: Eyeless, jawless, nose-less,Continue reading “The Purest Pantheon, Dais Three”

My Purest Pantheon, Dais Two

A rendering of tendons: Two kings in a tug of war, where ropes are tender muscles— a battle between siamese twins, who want to be two rather than whole. Their snapping sinews frozen, seconds from exploding. Imagine the pain of being stuck in that state— on the verge of death, yet trapped in purgatory wrappedContinue reading “My Purest Pantheon, Dais Two”

Re-post: The Purest Pantheon, Dais One

The etchings have faded from her stand, leaving half-words: Briseis Fair. The name of the lady immortalised in stone? From one angle, she is cast in pose dancing with devilish delight in her own world, as diamonds gleam across her neck. But her beauty was destroyed in the dead-light, as I turned to face herContinue reading “Re-post: The Purest Pantheon, Dais One”

The Purest Pantheon, I enter

It shouldn’t be here, a bloated boil, all grey and sore on the skin of the city eclipsing the day with its dome, whose mould makes mountains— choking the spirit with the stench of corruption. I can picture it in its older days: baroque bars that held the dome up as though strutting the placeContinue reading “The Purest Pantheon, I enter”