//selling zines//

Hey there! I have a couple of published works that I am selling both as PDF versions and as paper versions. You pay what you can, suggested amount is $8 CAD. Please follow the instructions if you want to purchase one of the collections as PDF: 1: send an email to eschalmis@gmail.com (this is myContinue reading “//selling zines//”

[nightwood [encore]]

[we’re in the womb of the same mother Sheltered in the guts of the goddess of pleasure but really I’m just with myself listening to the whispers of my mind feeling them like hot steam of my breath they fade away drooling on my spine i discover nervous connections this is just me now inContinue reading “[nightwood [encore]]”

[nightwood [chorus]]

[a campfire on a cold winter day the hard unyielding log on which you sit it is organic and there is something soft about the discomfort of it a connection with nature the snow melts where my hot tea cup lays it’s tempting but if i put my hand inside the fire i’ll scream weContinue reading “[nightwood [chorus]]”

[nightwood [prelude]]

and in your insane quest towards impurity and self destruction you may find temporary relief in letting your body be torn apart you’re sick for letting sick people touch and lick your skin their wet saliva dripping and you’ll never forget the smell that they leave on your cheek   everything can be repaired theyContinue reading “[nightwood [prelude]]”

[سَفِينَةُ الفَضَاء (safinatou al-faďa’)]

[my mother used to say that there was a path i could follow beat the dirt, the violence of trying to blend in and make a place for yourself in this world i’d argue, with my youthful innocent mouth that there were wheatfields in which to skim your hand roaming gently planting new seeds inContinue reading “[سَفِينَةُ الفَضَاء (safinatou al-faďa’)]”

[best laid plans]

“nothing we do is completely out of sense. everything tends to be intentional. but we don’t often accept the reality. that our mind is able to conjure up ideas so impure and unconventional.” [what the fuck is love?? is it permission? is it allowing yourself to get stabbed? twisted and tied like a vine bloodContinue reading “[best laid plans]”

the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)

a land of trivial stories   Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”