January 2012
2 posts
void
Evenings are funereal. When the sea swallows the sun and its water overflows, and shadows elongate to meet and congregate.
When strangers who wished they were lovers dance and sway, and when lovers who wished they were strangers unlock lips and peel away.
When musicians ignore agogic accents to play freely, and writers become poets; or are they one and the same? Perhaps musicians are poets too?
...
“You write like a poet, but move like an earthquake.
That’s what he said...”
December 2011
5 posts
“Today, everyone gets a star.
Not a plastic shimmering yellow sticker that you...”
“The house has a new friend. It’s a lime green curtain.
The green that...”
“Be swift little feet, fly back to me in haste. Stay away from the troubles that...”
kalopsia
Unclothed on the balcony, sipping your buqisu with intimidating grace. You detest the heat, your nakedness a mixture of blatant defiance and pure disregard. I steal a peek and allow my gaze to linger momentarily.
I turn away just as you look up.
“Ah, the first days of Spring. I’ll have to change to short-sleeved shirts soon - and for you, dear, the time of ecdysis must be...
osaka
I remember when you used to visit the corner shop, drifting from aisle to aisle, inspecting each eclectic curio with relish. Not one hand-painted porcelain piece escaped your attention, and as I watched you in your trance, I wished you paid as much attention to me as you afforded those trinkets.
I remember when you walked the entire tenjinbashi-suji and float in and out of the shops, accumulating...
September 2011
1 post
“The brightest star of the great bear in the sky and the brighter star of the...”
August 2011
1 post
hiatus
“I’m coming home this summer!”
“It’s about time!”
“We have to catch up. It’s been too long. I have so many things to tell you. I’m getting married in October, I bought a house in Sicily and I’ve been to eight of my top ten places I wanted to see before I die. Remember how we used to talk about that? The whole traveling and experiencing...
July 2011
5 posts
Oaxaca
Two strangers.
One cafe.
Five cups of coffees. Three for him, and one for her. One expresso shared.
Laughter, intrigue, magic.
Travel, music, food. What else is there in the world that is worth talking about anyway?
Lazy Sunday morning turns into enthralling Sunday afternoon turns into intimate Sunday evening.
A finale of smell, texture, and taste.
Two people.
One moment.
déjà vu
In that moment, I remember telling you the enigmas of my heart. The memories rushed in and everything I had wanted to say to you, I did. In that moment.
In the other lifetime.
In another reality, I remember your porcelain bones and pale speckled skin. Your eternal dry lips, constantly hidden behind a veil of apricot balm. The way you purse them when you get skeptical, and the shape they take...
hush
I feel your voice before I hear it.
You rustle about to find comfort between my sheets. The nook of your arm digs into my ribs. I wince, but say nothing. I suffer your trespass in silence.
Wide awake, listening to you mumble melodies. You deny it, but your tear stained eyes give you away.
What’s wrong, I ask.
Nothing, you sigh.
What’s bothering you, I whisper.
Can I sleep here...
remedy
I spent years trying to make sense of you, but it was only when I realized that I never would, that was the day I understood you the most.
May 2011
3 posts
April 2011
3 posts
devious
Like a velcro heart clinging on to painful cotton memories. Like an ocean of regret crammed into a minuscule conscience.
That’s how it feels when you hang up each time.
transit
Holden gazes into her eyes.
He could just make out each ciliary muscle as they twitched, her brilliant brown irises contracting ever so slightly. She smiles back at him, there is a quizzical look on her face.
His heart leaps as she wrinkles her nose. All the mysteries in the world are solved. The oceans sing melodies and the sky explodes with sound. Nothing else matters at this moment....
ghost
The light trickles in, slowly inching its way across the quilt. Dawn breaks, and so does my heart. I don’t bother looking over to your side of the bed anymore. I know you’re not there. You never are. No amount of thought will transport you here. God knows I’ve tried.
Hope against hope, prayer upon prayer.
The pain is brilliant, but I’m used to it. It’s familiar, almost comforting. A lost...
March 2011
1 post
November 2010
1 post
atlas
It gets harder every day.
Eight thousand steps. Twenty thousand blinks. Five coughs. Sixteen nose wipes. One head scratch. Several body stretches. A couple of yawns. An eternity of hurt.
It gets harder every day.
Three hours drive. Sixteen minutes elevator music. Thirty seven seconds sneezing fit. Eleven minute baths. Two hour meals. Twenty four hour agony.
It gets harder every day.
Sleep...
July 2010
2 posts
coatman
I wonder if he’ll smile back?”, Jane mused as she passed the menu back to Callum, her favorite waiter.
She had been staring shamelessly at a man sitting in the corner across the restaurant ever since he came in. The man was alone and he had a disheveled, almost pitiful countenance about him. That’s strange, she thought, as her eyes documented his every detail. He was wearing...
la vie en rose
By himself in the empty house. Earlier, he had emptied his heart out over dinner. Alone. As was the routine.
Routine.
Walks in the park with Ellie, his imaginary golden retriever. He detested people who would stare at him strangely. Didn’t they understand that Ellie needed to be kept on a leash? She had a gentle spirit, but she was also very protective. The smallest of provocation might...
June 2010
1 post
locked
That song. Where had she heard that song before?
The melody comforted her, but it was that deep distant voice that brought her to a place she had forgotten. An emotion she couldn’t understand arose in her chest. All of it was too familiar, frighteningly so, to be ignored. She searched her memory past, frantically stabbing at fragments in the dark, willing them to fall in place.
Then she...
April 2010
1 post
gaze
“Do they collide?”
I turn around, and I smile. She’s beautiful. Flowing auburn strands of hair fall across her porcelain skin. She brushes them away absentmindedly. This side of existence, there is no one else but the two of us.
Sleeping. mumbling. gazing. holding. breathing. on the grass. to each other. at the heavens. hands. slowly. “Do what collide?”, I asked.
“The stars,” she says...
March 2010
2 posts
the never was
I lay motionless on my bed, my temple pressed against the window. The glow of the city and the conciliatory light of dusk tempt Nyx to reveal herself. And all of a sudden I find myself saturated in the darkness of the bedroom, my five senses under a spell.
The corners of my satin sheets are untouched, still tucked immaculately into the bottom of the firm mattress, taut and pressed like a new...
“My dreams I shall forgo, in order for you to attain yours.”
– Harper S. Lewis
December 2009
3 posts
“You say, strength is found in weakness, peace in incompleteness.”
November 2009
1 post
monolith
Nothing comes close. Normalcy is pathetic. Routine is rubbish. You always want more. You reach the moon, and you want to stay there, remove the oxygen mask, and die among the stars.
October 2009
2 posts
August 2009
1 post
July 2009
6 posts
“I always wanted to be a scientist, but three things prevented me from doing...”
– ~ sean on why he takes photos instead.
June 2009
6 posts
repeat performances
Most beginnings are repeat performances, old routines infused with a sleight of hand, magically appearing to be different. But they are all the same tired tricks disguising as new ones. You think you are starting a new job, a better life, a different chapter, but then you pause midway and realize it’s a cycle. Nothing is new. Beginnings are merely the end disguised.
“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.”
– Garrison Keillor
May 2009
14 posts
“Sean: I think I figured out why people have trouble relating with me…
...”
