"When you sleep do you see an angel in dying lights?Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight?"- In Bad Dreams, Crippled Black Phoenix Life that we know of this world seems to exist as a continuum for most of us. Stars line the skies and the waves crash on the... Continue Reading →
Snapshots From A Future – 1
Dusk brought with itself a slight drizzle. Shimmering under the amber streetlights, the road was bustling with the sounds and harrying of people and cars. It couldn't have been a more characteristic summer evening on a Sunday. This town never sleeps, as most travelogues mention. It rages on in varying measures all through the day.... Continue Reading →
Writing Exercise 2 – Description: Cherry Blossoms in Korea
We wait for Spring to come and remind us of the beauty of life after months of winter strip away all that exists leaving only barren branches. Spring reminds us of why we weather all storms: to experience something beautiful is one of the real pleasure of life. In Korea, the first two weeks of... Continue Reading →
Writing Exercise 1 – Fixed Camera: A Silent Room
Emptiness is unacceptable to us. Presented with an empty space, we will do whatever we can conceive to inject consciousness into it. If not a living being then personification of an inanimate object. Stillness terrifies us, that is a basic facet of being a human being. Stillness, to us, means death and peace. An uncanny... Continue Reading →
Days Of Lull(-aby)
Photo by Dương Nhân from Pexels The days pass by like breaths on a window glass, creating a wall of mist, only to disappear and get replaced by another wall of mist. Freedom was all I wanted, I wonder. Freedom from going to work. But am I really free? Moderately, a voice says. In Keira Knightley's words from... Continue Reading →
Blurred Mental Spaces During COVID-19
One of the most inconvenient outcomes of an extended work from home situation for most of us during this phase of lockdowns due to the novel coronavirus has been the interspersed fragments of time that we used to know as boundaries. In the normal way of life, these boundaries used to be distinctly defined for... Continue Reading →
Briefly Awake, Mostly Alive
The rep crossed the fiftieth mark and I let out a grunt. My aim is to reach sixty today. I am listening to Maynard Keenan repeat "Pushing me" all over again and again. I can feel the strain in my arms; the muscles contracting, wailing to not be put in that position, but I tell... Continue Reading →
Restaurant
Photo by Pixabay from Pexels "Roasted duck and red wine" would've been mymost preferred order if I had gone out tonight;possibly with a best friend, or with a strange date,perhaps catching up on lost love, or trying to findsomething new, something fresh—a zing in the bland,a ting amidst the silence, this permeating, growingsilence that envelops us as it... Continue Reading →
Sailing On A Paper Boat
Photo from Pexels by Dan Hamill Gently it moves beneath the hull, creaseson a white piece of paper sift through the stream,creating ripples, breaking the surface tensionthat distance brings upon bonds held together bychocolate threads; sweet but cold, only way to keepmind on matters fresh while the stink rises fromthe stale; still cold, held together... Continue Reading →
Magnolia In A Containment Zone
Look through the window, watch it swayin the April breeze; when it's still it exudesa certain sense of grace, and when it dances,hearts beat to its beats, eyes dart where it moves,breaths ease into a tune, love finds a bed to rest,and I turn to my room in a dream—desertedas the street, dust plays its... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 