Ima : Writing

12:21 AM

12:21 AM

A Poem by Ima


When the lights go out one by one, and you still can't close.
mnemosyne

mnemosyne

A Poem by Ima


let me lift the veil of memory from your eyes, and--do you recognize me now? say yes, one more time.
adam weeps

adam weeps

A Poem by Ima


they who call it blasphemous are the inexperienced: at the core this is who we are.
Ars Poetica

Ars Poetica

A Poem by Ima


Every word is a bullet. Poet, this is your epithet for the trees.
on the alchemy of ink and sleeplessness

on the alchemy of ink and sleeplessness

A Story by Ima


the enigma of why one would ever choose to drown in a universe of letters. (it's entirely justified)