The past couple of weeks have been interesting and while I have not written here, I was working on an essay that I submitted to a literary magazine, and currently, I am re-writing a poem for which I received critique. The poet who offered advice asked me "what" the poem was about, and I can't... Continue Reading →
I did not end up writing a post on my Blogoversary last year. 30 Dec. It was a time for family with all its jocund festivities, and its blazes of familiar horrors. Anyone who can describe their family otherwise is lying. Besides, I sat down to write an ode to this blog being a home... Continue Reading →
Or: spitting facts / stating the truth in no chronological order / that happened I hurt my right wrist during an intense strength training session. Our fitness trainer seemed to have lost her bearing on what is acceptable pressure to be applied on the human body. My hurt wrist reminds me of the persistent injury... Continue Reading →
Our sunscreen is melting The house we stand in front of is made of broken white,collected silence, unloved days, and empty water ductsthat have been dry for so long we find bird nests strewn in them. We are afraid to sweep away the beds of brown leaves,nests et al, because we know we won’t be... Continue Reading →
Things I Would Tell You If You Hadn't Gone Away For my weekly horoscope, the tarot reader pulled out a Four of Wands card. It means that I have lost my religion. If you add half a teaspoon of jaggery sugar in a cup of black coffee, it becomes easier to swallow on a wounded... Continue Reading →
Every morning, she pulls herself out of the rabbit hole, climbs down her bed, and gently lands on her feet. The remains of the previous night are scattered alibi on the floor — worn out stationery, money gone out of circulation, handwritten telephone diaries, the wreckage of old friends. Who made this mess? Where are... Continue Reading →
The hills... didn't say anything...of course, but they've put your aroused troubles on the news. It's under control. The smoke, has been staying with us, insisting to be looked after.
Pulling, begging, trying, looking morning, still dreams. Still asks.
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.
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