Life moves in new born steps, barefoot across continents, falling and getting up again. This is the way of it.
the bookish thing
Ah, the literary-minded witch. From one witch to another, hands down, I would choose to become an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades. I want longevity as a writer. When I see authors such as Mary Shelley still being read and studied, it makes me smile….
the awareness of details
It’s 6:10am. I don’t usually rise this early. This morning felt different, however. I had an urge to get up and write. Through my shaded window I can see the sky turning from a deep dark blue to a light pale blue. The sun is somewhere below the horizon, slowly making its ascension into visibility….
looking back in time
I was 15 years old when I took my Junior High School graduation photo. My graduation gown felt frumpy and too large for my frame. I smiled a big smile in that photo and later looked at the proofs wondering why I smiled so big. My fangs were showing bold and unbeautiful. My baby teeth…
what we don’t know
I posted this on an old personal blog on June 17th. Decided to post it here as well. Just some random thoughts. ∞∞∞∞ I woke up this morning thinking about how strange a thing this life is. I tossed and turned most of the night. Had strange dreams about sexuality and revolution, and what it…
reminder of home
I really wouldn’t want to bring anything but my rich memories. But if there were one small object I had to pick, it would be my Lemurian Seed Crystal. It’s no larger than my thumb. It is such a wonderful reminder of everything that is home. It reminds me of moments of peace and laughter….
celebrating me
Strange as it may seem to some, I have absolutely no desire to be any celebrity for a day. No matter whom I admire, the bottom line is I don’t have a clue about their lives, who they are, what they think and feel, their past, their fears, what makes them happy, etc. I only…
mistakes galore
Mistakes. What can be said about them that hasn’t been said a dozen times over. We make them, we make them again, we don’t learn from them, we learn from them, we move on and make many more mistakes. It’s all a part of life. I’ve made many mistakes in life. There is no single…
feeling henna
Was in a strange mood a couple of days ago and decided to get a henna design in the palm of my hand. It was fun. I’ve never done anything to the palm of my hand before. This was a very interesting experience. There is a tendency to keep looking at my hand and examine…
the wandering list
There are so many places on earth I would love to visit. The planet is amazingly beautiful and filled with adventure. Ultimately I’d love to visit every single inch of this place we call home. Until that can be achieved, the first five places I’d love to go are: Africa: It’s exciting to imagine exploring…
balancing conflict
Conflict typically arises because of two reasons. One, there is something we do not know about the object of our conflict. Or two, there is something we do not know about ourselves. We often think we have all the information we need and can ascertain the source of the conflict and without question deal with…
the jar and the flame
[experimental prose] Indira didn’t like electric stoves. They had no character, no life. They were artificial and didn’t understand what food needed in order to cook well. Gas stoves were filled with a life she could barely explain. For her, starting a gas stove was somewhat of a ritual. It was like genuflecting to the…
missing with action
Feels like I’ve been away for far too long. I’ve been busy with many things. One of which is my education. I’m working on my MFA in Creative Writing at Goddard College. Finishing up my last packet for class was somewhat intense. It kept me pretty busy. The program is rigorous, but what makes it…
a moment in time
Last spring I almost died. That day not long ago was ordinary and nothing special was intended. My friend and I spent most of our spring days together being silly. We’d virtually lived outside, running, jumping, skating, skipping and darting in and out of half built houses. When the sun went down, we’d sit under…
fun…our fountain of youth
It’s 5am. I wake up to the sun peeking over the horizon. Nothing stands between me and the day; not work, not time, not money. A set of roller skates sit in the attic filled with dust. They still fit and roll well. Only a dabble of oil on each wheel is required to silence…
in the house of brothers
my father had three faces and a boiling pan where he hardened his sons into men before he fixed the roof my father had three faces and the head of a hammer where he pounded his sons into shape my brothers were not him at least the one their stomachs growled for his eyes they…
to vice or not to vice? that is the question
Everyone has a vice. Most people have several under their belt. Doesn’t matter if everyone you’ve ever met says they love you to pieces. You best believe there is at least one or two things about you that they simply cannot stand. But they overlook it because you’re simply as cute as a button and…
searching
heading east of the full moon sand dunes play upon me like violins i seek my lodestar persistent, digging finding something finding nothing finding the end of tomorrow twilight has left me alone with the moon it whispers to me i forgot why i’m here was it for lust was it for love was it…
what i leave behind
Reading has always been a part of my life. I can’t remember ever feeling as though I disliked it. Words leave lasting impressions on us, depending on the mood we are in, our outlook on the world and our personal experiences. Everything influences how we will view the next book we read. This is why…
what i do for love
The island of Jamaica is small. When I was a little girl, however, it seemed large and imposing, a big place filled with adventure–it was the world to me. I was less than five years old, but I remember the feel of the small rocks beneath my toes as I walked barefoot down the long…