Brain Dirt

Rupi Kaur once said in an interview with Emma Watson that she needs to write a lot before the good stuff comes out. I really understand that. It’s like washing out a giant container filled with dirt and water with a high powered hose, vigorously attacking it until the dirt and silt and sand andContinue reading “Brain Dirt”

City of Love 

I’m sitting in a small bistro, not far from the Airbnb where Diane’s lovely parents and I chatted away in the kind of broken French my seventeen year old self would be horrified at. The waiter, a tall, brown haired charmer walks to my table and looks straight into my eyes with a sort ofContinue reading “City of Love “

2017

A chuckle escapes me as I can only anticipate the flurry of blogging activity that is about to ensue this New Year’s Eve. It’s quite nice actually. Thinking of all the writer folk in our enigmatic world sitting in their writing holes with their mugs of tea, musing and reflecting and pondering and poring andContinue reading “2017”

My best friend 

It’s not an abstract title. This is literally a post about my best friend.  It’s largely inspired by the fact that I’ve seen her for the first time in about a year and our conversations are so sporadic that we fully miss the intricacies of each other’s lives. I have known her over a decadeContinue reading “My best friend “

Interdependence

In meditation I had this vision that I will transform into poetry like an alchemist turns lead into gold. Interdependence You are sitting on a hard wooden chair steeped in darkness you cannot make out the floor from the walls is there even a ceiling? is this a vacuum? The laws that govern the universeContinue reading “Interdependence”

Brew up, it’s a long’un

I find it really lovely when people who haven’t seen me in a long time ask me if I’m ‘still blogging because it’s been a while since your last one’. Though most of these encounters stem from drunken and slightly disinhibited conversations in a bar somewhere on a Friday night, they make me feel likeContinue reading “Brew up, it’s a long’un”

Shortest blog I ever wrote 

Let’s be succinct.  It never matters who likes what you write and who doesn’t. Even if the closest person to you in the whole world doesn’t really give your art the time of day. For every person who doesn’t value your craft, there are another guaranteed ten who love it. I know that when IContinue reading “Shortest blog I ever wrote “

Not together

You know how there are people in this world who are really, what I call ‘together’? Honestly, I’m referring to women here, although I’m sure a male equivalent exists… I just haven’t paid a great deal of attention to them. This is because my warped conditioning means I compare myself to other women almost reflexively,Continue reading “Not together”