Tag: musings

Zombies’ Night Out

People swarm and swell And form a dumb mass Of bodies to fill the train Their vital signs are sound Except—they are dead And there are too many of them […]

Intimacy with Strangers

Elbow to elbow | Thigh to thigh The guy on a packed bus | Sitting next to me No | On top of me He’s in my personal space | […]

I Am Where I Was Meant to Be

I don’t even know what the title of the post means (but I can’t be bothered figuring out a more meaningful one). What is it, to be where you’re meant to […]

An Anti-nursery Rhyme

Sleep is when You’re awake, but unaware Or comatose, and oblivious Or dead, not a care Sleep takes  The pains Out of all things Who’d want to be up Not […]

Halloween decoration at the polling station

Voting in Election Is Such an Act of Optimism

I’m apolitical. Nay. I’m anti-political. I suspected that my country was holding a parliamentary election one of these days, and my fears were confirmed when I retrieved a set of […]

Some Random Reasons to Stay Alive

To take a break from contemplating suicide, I thought I’d brainstorm some ideas to stay alive instead. That’s my notion of testing the power of positive psychology. I believe I’m […]

Finding Everyday Inspiration: I Write Because…

Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration. Here’s a semi-free-writing exercise on the metaphysical topic Why I Write aka Why I Even Exist, which will spiral down to bleak […]

Writing 201: Future

The future starts in the past The past ends in the future Your first rites turn into your last The moment you cease to nurture   Cherish yourself as the […]

Writing 201: Landscape

This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford’s monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013).   On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford My rating: 4 of 5 stars Carefully researched and attractively […]

Writing 201: Drawer

Behold Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold Buried in sand, dirt or clay To be scooped out every day I can smell the scent Of a present Left by my […]

Writing 201: Fingers

Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This […]

Writing 201: Hero(ine)

A hero began As everyman   Everyman grew up Everyman broke up Everyman sobered up   Becoming bitter and brave Daring to kill the ill The ill that never will […]

Emancipation Declaration

Thoughts you think when tied to the sink Ambition, aspiration, art Life, love, liberty Put an end to it Already   You slit Your wrists

Writing 201: Poetry Potluck

I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. –Sylvia Plath, “Cut” If I am asked to share one poem, which happens to be the […]

Writing 201: Fog

Lying low in the fields Is morning mist   The thick and sticky mist Smothers and conceals   Rotten apples, dead hares Lives lost to the mist

Writing 201: Animal

Schrödinger’s cat: Is she live or dead? Is she a he? Think out of the box.

Writing 201: Trust

A belated confession Distrust emerged Fully   Already bugging Constantly Dead end Full   Stop

Writing 201: Journey

There was a doctor in Patagonia Who pursued a treatment of pneumonia She sipped soda and Scotch Which cleared her lungs top-notch And got her a new liver from Armenia