Author Archives: chester maynes

We stood, facing each other, one meter apart. With our silence, our proximity is awkward. Our only messages are secretly playing in our thoughts. Penetrating our shame from each other. We are frozen, stuck on our feet, as our eyes … Continue reading →

You painted a blue haze. You painted it so well, so magnificent. How I’d enter it, a realm of scattered debris. Floating in my thoughts, like objects in a space without gravity. You painted a blue haze, where you locked … Continue reading →

The sound of a stranger is like water dripping from your plastic faucet. It tickles my tendons, triggers my blood pressure, entices my eyesight, just a favorite intimacy between me and my poor solitude.   2020

Swallowed. Took control of the circumstance. Heavy in the inside, heavy in the body. The mountain in your mouth respects your choice. The mountain in your mouth deserves respect. The mountain in your mouth is bigger than your dreams. Swallowed. … Continue reading →

Red, crashing my heart on a radio heartbreaking song. Black, blinding my eyes on the pictures of your divorce. Green, separating me from the big slice of your wedding cake. Blue, pounding my flesh on a horrific fever and bad … Continue reading →

Flow, peacefully flow. Cold, normally cold. The currents strike my feet. Heavens smile, a happy countenance. We are swarmed with butterflies. There is an intensity underestimated. Go forth where the fishes are. Their world is another. We dive the surging … Continue reading →

We dreamed us both of spikes and spirals, endlessly. Crossing the rushing river, pulling me closer to your simplicity. You sent me singing hymns underneath the hideout of our chromosomes. Confessing what I feel for you, holding your hands until … Continue reading →

Future is tomorrow. What do I expect? Among all categories of incidents, there is one thing that I choose and cherish. If only I have to, I cannot complain to remain in a place where everything is beyond better. I … Continue reading →

Sometime somewhere, someone survived a war. Some scars have left memories like pictures of good and bad events frozen in time.   2020

The one that I want to hear. An affirmation, a confirmation. Sort of a source of a bliss. But it never been uttered. Like a wish not being granted. It only frustrates, it hurts. Then I’ve faded from your presence. … Continue reading →