Resplendent Conundrum

Resplendent Conundrum

Michael Caylo-Baradi

Edgy Evaporations

To be in labyrinth of colors probably feels like being trapped in morning dew on edges of petals. There's the scrambling before total evaporation, when night's constitution of dreams disintegrates like words disappearing during acts of reading. The sun perfects this abolition, into flames of intensity, in movements where our quotidian avoids abortions in ordinariness.

Paris Fashion Sense

I'm wearing you like Paris has lost all its lights in your teardrops, slowly washing me down the Seine.

When Summer Recedes Around Punctuations

You prefer sky, instead of blue-skies. Brown grass feels damp. Your angry words are like silhouettes of branches without leaves. You lean on me, and feel like winter has arrived early to freeze our familiar gestures.

Asia Writes

"You pause a certain way, and
hold our backyard still along edges
of moist petals."