It is some hour past midnight. You are nudged to the edge of the bed. There is no clock in the room, but you can hear the silent minutes slow down to louder seconds as you tell yourself to keep the peace in your people by remaining still on the edge. Each present tik soundsContinue reading “Align Yourself with the Mountains”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
Excerpts from my unfinished novel
Excerpt 1: It is inevitable that mistakes occur in life. My people had taught me that this is what makes life intriguing. I know stories about how their mistakes turned out to be favorable, to the point where they’d laugh with delight at the vigor and vitality in taking downs up to ups, turning sadnessContinue reading “Excerpts from my unfinished novel”
Dear You
Dear You, What were you expecting? Of course you are found in this shattered state.Your downward plunge could only be THIS Great!For wasn’t your climb up so steep for so long?I’ll tell you why, now, you feel wiser and strong! So when your hands lost their grappling gripas your foot took that slippery slip…and whenContinue reading “Dear You”
The Sunken Forest
August 25th, 2014 – “That Day” / “Today” Fire Island, New York Dear H, My sentences will be long. If you are in quarantine like I am, only read this letter when you want to plunge into the abyss like we used to, where sentences are made for pure feelings, and where they lack structureContinue reading “The Sunken Forest”
Helpfulness
The best quality in a human being is Helpfulness. There is a corner in my heart filled with nametags, uniforms, hairstyles, voices, eye colors, and smiles of strangers who have helped me as if their life depended on it. They don’t know me and if they once did, they surely forgot me now. But IContinue reading “Helpfulness”
Wild Sunflower
If I could choose to be any living thing other than my sentient being, I would choose to be a sunflower. A sunflower is made up of to 2000 tiny flowers that join at the base to make it one. My cells also join to make this one me who sometimes acknowledges that she is,Continue reading “Wild Sunflower”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer sounds and the sun’s about to rise, my thoughts restlessly dissect this sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say, “slow down and stop the mumbling!” But they answer with obtuse eloquence, lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people, who are right now asleep. Continue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
To Pour Out
… and then to just pour out of the cracked cup. Not from the rim like most people do – no – rather you’d be slowly tick tocking, drip dropping, out of the cup from the ruggedness of the crack. You won’t be so watery like most people are; you’d be thick like the consistentContinue reading “To Pour Out”
Beisan's Burble 