May Queen

I shut my eyes and let her caress mewith her veils, scents, and many voicesthat touch me in moonlight-tinted spaces;a mother figure, playful yet collected-forgiving minor sins, sighs, disguises,the slight disturbances of extinguished raptures,in a glimpse of purity,in my unknown gestures of kindness –towards myself and others – she sawa potential for lightnessShe rewards theContinue reading “May Queen”

Nausea

When the whole world is drenchedin performative glue,you feel everything’s taintedstill, you want your mind re-paintedso you can try to pursuethe myth that it’s all about perspective:treat it like a tool or an ordeal, right?it doesn’t always hold up, especially at nightwhen you try to untwineyour hair and your spinewhen one insightcan incite a riotContinue reading “Nausea”

Rite of passage

the texture of hell can seep through a broken mind,but its lingering echoes will leave a marklooking ahead, I see parks filled with disease,a small, kaleidoscopic winter coat wrapped arounda phantasmal presence that screams:I am Home- I am a haunted homewhere it rains. her hand reaches out towipe the morning dewoff a snowdrop lostin theContinue reading “Rite of passage”

Labyrinth

Within this labyrinth-sacred lair, profane shrine-I roam to banish anhedoniaI am seeking somethingI know I have in me-an elusive landof ecstasy and renewalMy mercurial mind feeds and fights with itself in the processThere are two main levels of feeling I acknowledge as relevant-the bipolarity is astounding, solet’s just focus on the second one,I wish IContinue reading “Labyrinth”

An allegory

Let your mind paint a rainy cityscape. A girl dressed in black, with a mask and noisy heels steps on the sidewalk. Her tears merge with the raindrops. Each tear encapsulates an entire mini-universe, lingering on her cheeks, like undetectable tokens of fluid vulnerability. A stranger passes her by, closely. His slightly curious, slightly worriedContinue reading “An allegory”

Interacting with mental constructs

Have you ever felt like someone interacts with an image or representation of you, that they’ve created and are feeding in their mind, rather than the reality of who you are? You can usually sense it while it happens, it’s often tiring, you might get uncomfortable; depending on the discrepancy between your identity and yourContinue reading “Interacting with mental constructs”

A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl, I can feel your presence in the first whispers of spring; I can hear your breath in the windy corners of life- it’s my favourite lullaby, it makes me cold sometimes- you could be cold sometimes, in a scintillating way that I never wished to oppose or even dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”

Review: Mira Nedyalkova’s underwater photography

A selection of artworks from the stunning, eerie underwater photography collection by Bulgarian visual artist and fine art photographer Mira Nedyalkova. Mira’s work depicts the beautiful facets of pain and sadness in fluid forms, whilst linking water with sensuality and exploring erotic and emotional themes. Water symbolism always makes us think of regeneration, purification, andContinue reading “Review: Mira Nedyalkova’s underwater photography”

A Poem: Bloody act

Two bodies wrapped in an embrace in a tomb of glitter and frost- the blood lingers while they kiss, then it pours gently down the legs of the cradle surrounded by mist. The lake of tears reflects the moon of sorrow- trembling, fluid, unpredictable; their red eyes locked, unblinking, while eternity replaces the morrow.

A poem: Vis-à-vis

Quiet and frozen: A reflection approaches within the glass I seek meaning in a meaningless palace of empty eyes and half-hearted smiles. Statues of philosophers vis-à-vis- From expresionless to sad, their face changes mood: they empathise. Neither pain nor pleasure felt- My mindless mind projects conflicting eyes filling a void of thought and I succumb.