I existed coyly darkened as the echo shaken by violence and dusty storm. As I shut my eyes, I was sitting on the edge. "Enough now." You roughly pulled the blanket off me.
Ivy and Gold
For the last four days, I've been watching the late afternoon with more attention than usual. The evening sunshine gingerly lights up the thick green creepers on the hill behind my workplace. I watch the silver fern as the wind blows and go down for a walk to feel the evening sun on my skin.... Continue Reading →
Cross That Line
Have you experienced something so beautiful that it made you cry? I have.
Distance
When Rockstar's album came out, I fell headlong in love. There was no recovering from it. All of it was like a story knitted together in perfection - the music, the lyrics, the singers - it was exactly how magic is meant to be. Those days were the times of CDs and I had its... Continue Reading →
David Casts a Long Shadow
Three niches punctured a wall of the house To contain our weighing historical selves “A cross and a rihaal,” you said to me “Or one rosary?” I shrugged not knowing. You wanted a crucifix; I sought paint – White bulbs installed in tinted mauve niches. We couldn’t arrive at an agreement So we hung our... Continue Reading →
The Rain Must Fall
*Technically, this post is about yesterday* This morning I told someone I had a feeling today would be an extraordinary day. I had enough time in the morning to lather myself with copious amounts of Bath and Body Works moisturiser, which meant that I ended smelling of fresh eucalyptus (and I still do). Something gave... Continue Reading →
Jar of Hearts
The other day, I was looking at my mother not as her daughter, but just as a woman. I looked at her long and hard and wondered what made her marry when she did. As a woman, what were her expectations? Was she scared? And then she caught me looking at her, so I snapped... Continue Reading →
Bloom
I know this is going to come out as a garbled mess. However, I am going to try. More than a few times, I have wondered – why blog? What am I trying to say here? What facet of this glorious, shattering, and puzzling breadth of life am I trying to capture? I don’t know.... Continue Reading →
Sprinkled Sentiments #15
375. "Baraduc claimed to be able to photograph emotions ... He sought out emotionally agitated people, then held light-proof paper a few inches from their heads. He found that the same emotion would make the same kind of impression upon the photographic plate, but different emotions produced different images. Anger looked like fireworks. Love was... Continue Reading →
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