Ervin Chio

  • Aren’t I Lucky?

    When does it sink in? Atoms don’t have free will, otherwise – Why would brussel sprouts  taste like poverty and sourdough like gentrified neighbourhoods. G-strings and adidas sambas, blue collar cruisers, queer culture and foreskin restoration surgery Call me sensitive.  Speak to me in power lines call me with the possessive my air tag.  around…

  • Pitfall

    A pitfall where my stomach should be. A Black Hole suckling on ribcages and arteries, feeding itself. E             E c            c h         h o       o e     e s   s Words like unused scratchcards, waiting.…

  • We are tied together…

    We are tied together. Through intricate strands of wool woven on tapestry looms. To you, I direct this. Pointed to the myths, folklore and stories. A collection of characters: Enchanter, Saviour, Villain, the role you played, told in these threads. You stayed for a time, intertwined line after line, sharing your shades and hues no…