The Source
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."
The Saintly Lives of Students
"There, there(‘s) a graveyard in the college where drunk students in funeral suits smile through tombstone teeth."
Diffidence
"non est, ut putas, virtus, pater,
timere vitam, sed malis ingentibus
obstare nec se vertere ac retro dare."
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.