I have
once more
jailed my vision
splicing diamond-cut thoughts with this
cross-bred and violently bleeding doubt that
feeds from the stomach and shreds the sanest of minds

It is here this rampant indecision
squawks in wordless tongue, lashing
its disposable fancies
(arrow-tipped precision)
at my shaking core

bowels emptying
alongside any creative thoughts of semblance

Now all that is left to bear witness: a sweaty palm or two
– and silence –
as the webbing of my fingers um and ah
hovering like midnight fireflies
over the speech-impeded womb
of my QWERTY keys

And, inside, I hear laughter

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 13 June, 2016


There is no end to an imagination of creative possibility.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 18 September, 2012


In the darkest of moments, one’s inspiration is often the free energy of timeless creativity.

© Tamara Natividad | | Written 14 July, 2012