WRITING
TO BE A WRITER, DON’T READ
TO BE A WRITER, DON’T READ Let me explain. If you keep reading what others are reading, you will start writing the way they write. To differentiate yourself and maintain your uniqueness, go for audio/visual sources and materials that are a bit older. Read relevant things from thirty years ago Read more…
Life matters
I LOST MYSELF – PT 2
I LOST MYSELF Why yo laugh? Why yo laugh? That was Mrs Tobaad (not her real name), my exasperated French teacher. A group of us gave her a hard time. She truly wanted to help make me proficient. I just couldn’t help laughing in that class. Her accent was funny Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI-LA
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI- LA Needle in, needle out like a seamstress I toil daily to get to where they call there Buffeted by aches and pains I remain undefeated I am on a lonely walk to Shangri-La Multiple holes and stones in my leaking shoes Climbing scaffolds, with Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Wonder and the Photographer
I once chanced upon a torn and abandoned old boot on a lonely beach. It told me a lot of stories. Like how in its younger days it was the cynosure of all eyes. So I took its photograph and began a Photo commune with it. How do you make Read more…
Prosetry
Why talk about wisdom
“To make money they didn’t have and didn’t need, they risked what they did have and did need. And that’s foolish. It is just plain foolish. If you risk something that is important to you for something that is unimportant to you, it just does not make any sense – Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
A time in the Past
No clear footway through the rubble, everything built up has been burnt down Hopes, plans, expectations, pride, all obliterated by the fire of unfortunate circumstances The city of hope is now smokes and smoldering ashes Why me, why me, I asked? If not you, then who endless silence answered. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The giant aspect
I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me I can’t even muster mustard seed faith I need to fly away to where peace is not an illusion. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I feel like an abandoned woman’s scarf fluttering on the Read more…
Prosetry
Red Zone Reputation
I don’t make eye contact with him for your sakeI don’t crack a smile when he whips out his jokesI don’t come around when he is hereaboutsI would do more if it would give you peace. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I know I have gone through many loversSlept on different sheetsWaking up in Read more…
Prosetry
How I Survived so far
How I survived. I use my hope to chain down harmful fears While designer perks in my adornments operate as visual metaphors for my expected ends Faith keeps me anchored to the oncoming solution Till desperate fighting finally separates the treasure from the trash. ******************************* Life is calm, then it’s Read more…