April 30th: LOVE at Last Bite

April 30th arrives
with teeth made of twilight.
Not sharp,
not cruel,
just precise,
the kind of bite
that ends a month
without drawing blood.

It is the moment
when April leans in,
slowly,
deliberately,
and takes its last bite
out of everything
you thought this month was.

A bite of memory,
a…Read More

The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.

It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.

And then,
as if the day nee…Read More

The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.

It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.

It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More

The Day of Unbearable Truths

25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.

Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.

This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
a b…Read More

The Louvre, the Funhouse, the Disco

April 24th arrives
already half‑forgotten,
like a dream you try to hold
but it keeps slipping
through the fingers of your mind.

It brings with it
a fading memory
of the main room
of the Louvre…
not the paintings,
not the tourists,
not the velvet ropes,
but the room itself:
its b…Read More

The Multicolored Vision of an Impossible Insect

April 23rd opens its eyes
in multiple colors at once.
Not a spectrum,
not a rainbow,
but a fractured prism
held together by the trembling wings
of an insect
that should not exist
and yet insists on doing so.

This creature,
half mosquito,
half fly,
half something else…Read More

The Day That Remembers What You Forgot

April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.

It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
a cho…Read More

April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt

April 21st is not before.
It is not after.
It is the day that stands sideways
to the rest of the month,
a hinge with no door,
a moment that refuses
to belong to time at all.

It hovers.
It waits.
It breathes in a rhythm
that does not match the world’s pulse.

Around the c…Read More

April 20th, The Quiet Inheritance…

April 20th does not speak.
It enters the room
like someone carrying a secret
too heavy for language.

No greetings.
No warnings.
Just a presence,
dense, deliberate,
a stone placed gently
on the month’s trembling chest.

This is the day
that keeps itself in silence,
not out of fear,
not out o…Read More

Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord

April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.

But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
that…Read More

18, The Nervous Breakdown of the Month

April 18th does not walk in.
It bursts.
It arrives trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes wide,
hands shaking
as if it has been running
from itself all night.

This is the day of the nervous breakdown,
the day when the month
finally admits
it has been faking composure
since the…Read More

The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More

A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.

It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.

Everything contradicts everything.
Everything…Read More

12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

April 12th rises
like a hollow bowl.
A day carved out of absence,
light as a rib,
quiet as a room
after everyone has left
but the air still remembers
their names.

This is the day of emptiness
not the cruel kind,
not the collapsing void,
but the soft, spacious…Read More

April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

April 11th arrives
like a board game spilled across the floor,
ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
snakes coiled in patient spirals,
waiting for the moment
you think you understand the rules.

It is a day of ascents and descents,
of sudden rises
and quiet collapses,
of c…Read More

April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes

April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.

This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
and remember who they t…Read More

April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities

April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.

It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.

This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fin…Read More

The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats

April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.

In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.

He does not speak.
He never…Read More

The Day of Empty Skulls and Full Time

April 7th rises
not like a dawn
but like a curtain being pulled back
on a stage that has been waiting
for centuries.

It is the day of empty skulls,
not dead,
not forgotten,
just hollowed clean
by the slow, patient erosion
of everything that once mattered
too much.

These skulls are not…Read More

For the Woman I Love and the Men I Adore

The 6th arrives
with a softness I did not authorize.
It walks in barefoot,
carrying the woman I love
in the palm of its hand
so much,
too much,
more than any day
should be allowed to hold.

She stands there,
quiet as a vow,
loud as a heartbeat,
and April 6th bows to her
as if she were the…Read More

April 5th, Ghostships Drift Through the Mind

On the 5th,
the myth of the ghostships returns
adrift,
unhurried,
moving with the slow authority
of things that have forgotten
what it means to have a destination.

They glide across the inner horizon,
full of voids and echoes
from the beginnings of time,
carrying the dust of ancient…Read More

April 4th, the Compass Forgets Its Duty

The 4th takes my north,
reduces my compass
to a mere spasm of air
shivering through the half‑open window
on the left side of the house.

It doesn’t steal direction violently.
No, April 4th is far too elegant for that.
It simply rearranges the wind,
tilts the light,
and suddenly every cer…Read More

When the Bird Returns to Remind Us We’re Still Human

On the 3rd,
we all see a bird coming back home
as if it had been waiting
for April’s foolishness to calm down
before daring to cross our skies again.

It glides in with that effortless arrogance
only birds and very old truths possess,
cutting a clean line through the blu…Read More

On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More

April Fools, With Fangs

April shows up
yellow as a banana peel left to rot in the sun,
a warning disguised as a joke,
a joke disguised as mercy.

Truth drags itself in after her,
dust‑coated,
half‑asleep,
muttering that honesty is overrated
and timing is everything.

The day is a trapdoor:
you step,
it laughs,
you fall,
it shr…Read More