Who’ll tell you why Why we hope and dream Why we tell ourselves first, And each other later, Lies that are half-truths: Half in knowing, And half in not knowing That we are never going to fully Be in the knowing. (Guess which half Is more submerged in the self than the other. Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”
Category Archives: Poetry
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
Repressing
He had so many questions and they were shadowed by answers that were futile to both of us. He asked if I liked my new place, he asked what I had planned for tonight, he asked how my grandma was doing – things he knew the responses to. He also asked about the weather evenContinue reading “Repressing”
Guiltessly Rested
When they were guilty of restlessness. And so their story took form when the years duped them to becoming adults. Duped because adult-hood is not not a sorrowful hood to reside in. They signed papers, they paid bills, they bought china plates decorated with a gilt of gold on their rims, they scheduled times toContinue reading “Guiltessly Rested”
Quote
You can know a truth so well – perceive it from all angles, read it from cover to cover, identify its’ top from its’ bottom – and still be wrong. Unless you experience someone else’s truth yourself, you can never make it your own. And a truth is only a fact, if it is intrinsicallyContinue reading “Quote”
Writer’s Block
It’s been days that I am in a “writer’s block” cove, unable to wriggle myself out. It feels damp and stuffy in here, and seriously dusty. The people in here smell like rancid sour judgements. Today is the day I flick off the guards and police of thoughts standing by this cove. Protecting all that’sContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
A Part of – Apart from
It took them decades to fall into the comforting realization, but they eventually did realize that the only way to really be an integral part of each other was to constantly remember that to make any sense, to feel complete, they must remain apart from one another. They must give each other the space toContinue reading “A Part of – Apart from”
I miss you, Mama
I miss you more everyday already. It cuts deep until it’s deep enough to drown in, then inherently swim up to the surface, then twirl like a seal to float on my back and look up to the golden stars that sprinkle your shine upon me. Each day I am swarmed in the depth ofContinue reading “I miss you, Mama”
Quercetin
“Why write fiction?” asked the bookshop’s sales manager, “Why not write about philosophy – erratic emotions, wise thinking, real experiences, contemplation – you’d be good at that. The world is full of forged personalities as it is. Maybe that’s why you don’t have clients. People need to relate to the gist these days rather thanContinue reading “Quercetin”
Fantastical
In this new year to come, I hope you are more of who you are always becoming and never just who you are at one moment in time. May you keep orbiting around the sun. May you dwell in meaningfulness and find privilege in deep understanding through all your seasons, like when your clouds cryContinue reading “Fantastical”
Beisan's Burble 