Tuur Verheyde
POETRY & PROSE

For M. So, you will go on, Travelling, for a moon Or so, to sights I know Not where. I will admit Envy sighs as I write this, And worry...

Hearken, Great Goddess, Maelstrom Mistress, Mother, Maiden, Crone, many-named and manifold, Shiver-seamstress and weaver of Dreams,...

Something tells you There’s an issue, something Tells you are not the man You are supposed to be. When FOMO makes your solitude Feel...

The following text was adapted from pieces of an academic essay I wrote on the translation of the Old-English text, 'The Battle of...

All faves are problematic But some are more problematic than others. You can try to drive a wedge between art and artist But they’re...

After Ginsberg (who despite being a fucking creep wrote some good poetry) America why do you keep doing this to yourself? America can...

I have been waiting for Yesod To lower its ladder, Whilst living in box land, In bag land In the patient post-move shuffle, Ever waiting,...