“How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world!” — Anne Frank
The day kindness ceases to be is the death of us.
I make it a point to be kind whenever I get a chance to do so. I try to do it in the most unfavorable circumstances because that’s the only way I know that I’m truly doing it without any strings attached. I figured we only have…
The cobalt blue invitation is lit and is smearing glow onto a narrow Greenwich Village Street, chest all puffed up against a late-night falafel shop and record store whose windows are plastered with vinyl sleeves.
On the acrylic gilt catwalk, a flamingo walks by cladded in leather studded with rhinestones. Her fishnet stocking fished for eyes. Necks crane. Murmurs rustle behind finger walls,…
The cobalt blue invitation is lit and is smearing glow onto a narrow Greenwich Village Street, chest all puffed up against a late-night falafel shop and record store whose windows are plastered with vinyl sleeves.
On the acrylic gilt catwalk, a flamingo walks by cladded in leather studded with rhinestones. Her fishnet stocking fished for eyes. Necks crane. Murmurs rustle behind finger walls,…
“Wake up and feel the earth under your feet, breathe again. You have been gone for so long, now it’s time to come home.”
If you squint, the blurred line from the distance is sounding its bullhorn, calling out, waiting for those sneakers to push the ground and propel them forward under the amber dome, turning everything into honey gold, towards half-painted canvas missing its pastel color palette…
Tay is synonymous with ambitionless, good-for-nothing piece of you-know-what, and angry. But that’s the name I came to know. Tay was my father. I was five when my Inay left him for another man. May God rest his soul, but we never really had a connection.
The sun never beat Tay to the punch; he was up early and would have pulled me out of bed if I had slept a minute longer. His raspy voice had…
Out in Banff tonight with this thought.
When heartache rains down a flurry of blows until hope is spitting teeth.
In a brief spell of reprieve, when the month breathes with a warm draft and the unbidden return of the cold tearing at comfort and gobbing out the bone. The roads begging for their destination as ghastly mist writhes down the rocky fangs of the mountains. The spirit succumbs to this…
What a relief it is to know, that no matter how time dries us, we always remain beautiful to those who truly love us.
We once took center stage under a limelight we owned. The old eyes that looked at us in those days had high hopes that when the time comes we will do more than fill their shoes, we will climb high up and until the horizon before us bares its secret and exhaust its edges.
Some…
We keep chasing meaning and end up nowhere. Perhaps it’s never about finding it. Perhaps it’s living meaningfully that gives it the definition it deserves.
The moments people are handedare always square.Once in a while, they would dab it withcolors without understandingwhat they mean,too abstract in a sense,too muddled to perceive,until they come togetheras a huge muraloften, sadly ever…
Sat in a cornerwhere an aquariumholds green waterand shadow of thingswith glowing eyesquietly swimsin the murky silence.Walls yellow for allthe years of breathingsidestream smokeoff sticks of lit sorrow,Frankenstein’s monsterfor a couch holdingup while stitched andplastered with packingtape, doors that creakon their hingesand oil of sortssmeared on the doorknobs,a home no longer a home,pinned…
“Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.”― Glen Cook, Sweet Silver Blues
Anyone who has a phone starts the day fighting with his or her alarm clock and desperately negotiating the matter over a snooze button. Resting in general is crucial for the wellness of our being, but as in anything, too much of something is always bad. It makes one…
She wants a tattoo.
Her skin, her life I thought.Not the graffiti that a punk would spray-paint on a hapless wall,the wall begging for a voice, so it can scream back,not for the vandalism, but for the lack of meaningful art.No, not that.She wants a symbol that only a modern-day Picasso can conjure.Like younglings who share a womb in an age of wonder,she too, is a queen from a long line of…
Have you ever experienced stepping inside an office for a job interview and you find your interviewer watery-eyed with nostrils flaring and lips quivering in a futile attempt not to yawn at your answers and for some reason you are hearing crickets stridulating in the background? Worry no more, you can add the following to your job searching tool kit to up your game.
Capturing the attention of…
