MKKK,

This poem feels like a journey across maps and emotions at the same time. I love how your geography becomes both literal and symbolic deserts, plateaus, alleyways, forests, every place turning into a search for someone who always seems just beyond reach. The imagery is so vivid that the reader travels with you from South Africa to Manila to Boracay, yet the real destination is the heart. Lines like “you still slip away from my grasps… like transient fireworks in the polluted night sky” are hauntingly beautiful. Your writing has a rare gift it takes the reader to places while quietly revealing the longing within them. Truly captivating work.

Ate Gel