The Source
Matchstick Cats
Mark and Trev were surrounded on the bed of the truck by old wooden beams and bits of furniture – debris of a life that wasn’t theirs – and...
Ode to a Nearly Beloved
"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."
Pink Tulips
"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I
do not wish for violence."
Tangerine
"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."
Day to live, day to love
Today is a Sunday, and today is a beautiful day to be alive
Walking Together
Because I’ll miss you became
The I love you for friends
Anxiety and Me
If I am having a bad day I am going to tell you and have no shame about it.
Wandering Walser
Walser died in the same style in which he wrote: he went on a lonely walk and never came back.
New Year
Redrafting a life with no object for feeling
Beyond the window
Fated to be caught perpetually behind the window, always waiting for that elusive tomorrow.
Sonnet: Written by the Sambre-Oise Canal, On a Pilgrimage to Wilfred Owen’s Deathplace
Doubling love for those lines that 'scaped the mire
quarantine hands
Fingers like pharaoh’s doomed to crumble
A Nation Under Siege
Darius Parvizi-Wayne spent three weeks in lockdown at the end of his five month stay in Italy. Here he recalls the empty streets with a mixture of verse and visuals.
