Subscribe“Sorry seems to be the hardest word” ~ Sir Elton John
My dearest E.,
I’m sorry. And I don’t have a problem saying ’sorry’ when it needs to be said. And why am I sorry?
Because I have been busy at work. Because I had to leave you with your grandparents last night as I worked into the...
Monochrome lights
Staring into my eyes
Bleak.. Dreary…
Blinded by my sight.
Ugly in my majesty
The sun lingers in the sky
And I cling to the willows
My eyes are a curse.
My slippers and shoes
The greens and blues
I have a wart on my toe
Because the doctor stole my purse.
Lotion stings my eyes
Burning lips are what I feign
Flickering ice into my face
The...
To have Reality smashed up
Against your face and see
Life through the cracks.
To squint to see until
Your eyes begin to burn and close
And you begin to dream.
To dream would be fine
But what if sleep intrudes
and oblivion follows on its heels?
Where would this walk lead?
What of the path
With the lush green beside
and then the lapse, the collapse...
I’ve not been anything but scorching hot
Soared with passions all aflame
But when he gently let me down, told me
“This is not a rejection”- (but it was!)
To tepid. Then to Cool again.
It was like this as I recall
My emotions, registering on Richter,
Rippling on the equator
And I thought my life would never be the same.
I don’t know...
1. Where women (who’ve had children) derive their motherly instinct from? And likewise, where women (who’ve had children) derive the animalistic instinct not to care for their young ones anymore?
2. Why, despite feminist movements, women’s equality debates, promising career advancements, the balance of the power struggle, and blurring of the gender demarcation and their accepted...
So I’m already a mother. I have a beautiful 20-month old daughter. I’m still fat, though, from my excess pregnancy weight, which I’ve failed to lose since I delivered E. Yesterday, my mind had a conversation with my body:
Mind: Oh, how I want another baby! I love E., but it would be so nice to...
I have forgotten my past life. I have forgotten who I am. The people of the island call me “Dahnay“, which means “safe” and “well”, a tribute to the miracle of my living. These days, I am no longer a novelty. But every year, ever since I can remember, thanks and gratitude are given to...
Dear Grandma,
I am happy to tell you that we have settled down in our new house. Everything is ok. I was sad when we had to leave you but I’m feeling a little better now cos I have my own room. Ginny just cries and cries all day, I think she misses her boyfriend. I...
I once attended a 10-day meditation retreat in Surat Thani, Thailand. My first time there, I was 16 years old and clueless, embarking on a journey to discover myself spiritually. I was young and reckless, my parents were horrified at first at the thought that I wanted to travel to Thailand by myself. But they...
Do you work your sacred routine
And cast yourself into the plexiglas dome
Polishing your shoes until they shine
Finding a sanctuary that you call home?
Do you look into your eyes
Pernicious judging in your mind
About your temperance and style
Getting more than you bargained for?
Do you whisk the dust from under you
Sweeping them unto the floor
Where cobwebs lie, they...
