Tag Archives: beauty

You can be naked here.

Posted on October 9, 2017 by

You can be naked here. You can be you, unadulterated, beauty and disease, all. You can be naked here. © Meisaan Chan

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Where you touch my skin, I soften

Posted on September 29, 2017 by

Where you touch my skin, I soften so touch me everywhere, enter me; soft, soft, soft © Meisaan Chan

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Rejecting beauty

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

Why reject my beauty, asks the Creator; from my womb I pushed you out and infused you with my beauty © Meisaan Chan

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Sight

Posted on February 15, 2017 by

Sometimes I am beautiful, says the Lord and sometimes I am putrid: Keep watch! Do not be lulled by your images of me, that first step to blindness © Meisaan Chan

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A note to the observer

Posted on January 13, 2017 by

Humans bring beauty and mess with them wherever they go so if you happen to see a human, expect it: beauty and mess beauty and mess © Meisaan Chan

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The secret place

Posted on December 21, 2016 by

Go, hide in your secret place Go and be nourished © Meisaan Chan (Photo credit: Twisted Sifter)

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Clues

Posted on November 9, 2016 by

I. And before all this, I looked out the window only because I saw a red, glowing rectangle pasted on my hotel wall. The clue. So I turned. II. The red, rising sun peeked from behind the clouds, then continued … Continue reading →

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