
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading
i think that i will write again today, so that not all of my posts are gushing with heavy speculations and pent up reflections of life. at least, it seems like they all have been to me. swooped vader off … Continue reading
i stumbled upon this dreamy tunnel whilst exploring a little corner of northwest london, near finchley road. nearby were signs advertising farmer’s markets both at west hampstead and swiss cottage. perhaps i’ll visit them over the weekend – over … Continue reading
since my stateside return, i can happily proclaim that i am okay. i have been using this last month to purge the things that i don’t need and grasp even more tightly, the things people that i do. i have … Continue reading
7 days 7 posts 7 albums . . . day 3 i’ve played dumb when i knew better tried too hard just to be clever i know honest thieves i call family i’ve seen america with no clothes on why … Continue reading
7 days 7 posts 7 albums . . . day 2 three words that became hard to say i and love and you there are times when my writing is not grammatically correct. i am not a huge fan of … Continue reading
7 days 7 posts 7 albums . . . easy enough, right? overprescribed, under the mister, we had survived to turn on the history channel and ask our esteemed panel ‘why are we alive?’ and here’s how they replied, ‘you’re … Continue reading