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  • Inspiration: “Tell me, how big is your cup?”

    I’m currently reading Elif Shafak’s “The Forty Rules of Love”  which imagines the meeting between poet Rumi and his companion, the dervish, mystical Shams.  I love so much about it, but this really stuck out to me – the first time the two met face to face. I think it really captures the question of …

  • Poetry/Prose: Atypical Love Affair

    This is a piece that found me in the dead of night (3am). Originally typed it on my phone, and wonder of wonders, my screen froze and I lost the original. I have tried my best to recapture what I remember of the original piece, although, knowing what that one was, I doubt this comes …

  • Poetry/Prose – Paralysis: Mannequin on Fashion Ave.

     Inspired by a condominium of thoughts, and stylistically influenced by my interpretation of Regina Spektor’s “Eet” They call it an outer body experience. And they’re right, that’s exactly what it is. It’s like floating out in the universe, and watching the earth chug along on its axis. Like planning a speech to the very last …

  • Bittersweet: The “For(e)-bidden” Fruit

    First post in a month! It’s been a while coming and it’s finally here. Warm breeze playing softly on the nape of your neck, you gaze up enthralled.There it is. What you have longed for for eons on end; finally within your grasp.You take in the expanse of it all. The red-golden-green colors silently inviting …

  • Cooking Pot of Conundrums

    [Inspired by a fascination for accents, language, dual/multi interpretations and hoping that others can make sense of my sometimes bizarre free writing]“Life. Hmm.”Wonder how many times that statement has been made, and what it’s been followed byMaybe hours pondering this and that, whys and why nots. When you think about it , the only relevant why …

  • Poetry/Prose – The Takeover

    Pitch dark. Either way you look at it, that’s all it is. Black, dark, uninteresting, uninspired.You move your head to the right and you might as well stay in your initial position, nothing’s changed. How ever did you come upon the depths of the Mariana trench? Professor A. certainly wasn’t kidding when he said it …