Nearing 10 pm on a Tuesday night that carries a cool breeze, two people walk to the middle of the white asphalt square that is surrounded by housing flats and a community centre. Each window seems to interrogate the square with their glinting glares. Bags of fruit and McDonald’s jostle with each other against their legs for the chance to break out first. But the two walk to the middle and stop. Can they lie down? Look to the left. Two groups of men, three per group, sit a distance away from them, dressed in casual black t-shirts and sports…
When I was younger, I used to own seven guppies. They followed the unfortunate succession of dead fishes and hamsters as I searched for the perfect pet. A perfect candidate to get around my mum-disproved dream of having a dog. When I got to the aquarium shop, I didn’t know what colours of guppies I wanted, so I picked each one with a different colour scheme and plopped them into a plastic bucket. …
A lot goes on during a rooftop barbecue for thirty.
It’s my turn to stand guard over the barbecue. I’m staring at the white-hot charcoal bits spitting sparks at the meat skewers above. I flip them to check. No burns. Someone grumbles if the meat is ready, and I grin my answer. My hands inch towards the glistening buttered mushrooms that will taste wonderful when smoked above our pit. But I can’t, I must prepare the meat skewers first.
Everyone sitting at the table holds out their phones and taps on their cracked screens. The containers of salad and soup…
If I went back in time 7 years ago and asked myself if I could be this current self in the future, I would laugh and call myself crazy.
"Yeah right. You wish!"
And indeed I wished. Wished for loftier dreams or a quick, painless death. When I look at old photographs of myself in that awful KFC red-black school uniform, I can't see myself living in that endless headspace, going back-and-forth. Thoughts that never stop crashing on the shore, carving endless scars on the shore. I hated it. Hated hearing them shi-shawing in my head. I wished I could…
It has been raining. Crystal raindrops remind me of the sparkles in the depths of your lovely eyes. How I miss your honeyed laughter. But I still hate you. But I also love you.
You fill my heart with such passion! A burning passion that makes me cry out Romeo, Romeo! Until I realise that Romeo will die. That makes me scream out his name. Oh, that he will perish! And I, your Juliet, vow to die too in the arms of Romeo. And in death we shall finally part. I can’t wait!
P.s. can I see your brother again?
How many times had I stared out of the window? How many selves looked out to the purple darkness, counting the stars or listening to silence?
The window grills look the same. The buildings never waned in stature. But a thousand days and nights passed, will pass, sunlight will fire rays into the small parking lot, or the clouds drift pass, bringing either rain or shadow. A thousand days, more days, when I stared out from the same space, the same angle, wondering despite my changing mind. And a thousand more, maybe an eternity, to watch the world revolve and…
For the strange ones, for us, for home.
I know not where
nor the time
a wanting deep inside me
a birdsong struggling free
with no aim, no tune
what is this wanting?
where will it go?
the questions sink and swim
all makes sense and does not
and I am here
flying in circles, in grey
a lost bird with no home
but what is home?
“home is the place where loved ones are home is where the heart is” sure, home is all these only for the many whose lips fall prey to the same song…
I rush to the cafe
dreaming of her
a scent of warm cocoa
it lifts from her skin.
I am drawn to the chocolate figure
a picture of quiet darkness
but she flashes her sugary smile
sweet and pure
it lifts me to the brightness.
Our minds frolic and gather
dance in the swirls of scents and smells
a step, then two
and our lives to cascade out
from the depths of our steaming hearts.
She talks of her crowd of friends
heartbreaks and good times
I can only struggle to comprehend
this life so far from mine
but I never mind
for her spirit always comes through
like rich caffeine and sugar
a perfect balance.
Here we are
and minds to wander
in this caffeinated space.
“How are you? How will you be?” I stay silent. I hunt for any sounds that might make this more real, and it did. The earth hummed. The blue sky dabbed with pearl and yellow. The trees that sang hello, hello, hello. And his forest eyes that continued to trace the lines of my face, over and over. This is where we were. This is where we are. Time doesn’t move for us here. We just… are. It has been five years when I first came to this place. A time of great turmoil, of great tragedy. Things die and…
You come rushing to me Hair whipped frenzily around your face Angry flames of the earth Grounded, just like you And will never be like me. You remind me of the boys I only see one And feel his fingers curling around my ribs. You spit out my fantasies And my mind recalls a fantasy Of the bouquet lifting from his skin As we go deeper, deeper And charge forward to our sweet cores Containing infinity in a second. You stand for the old glory; Screaming for honour and virtue- To fight me, this deviant stain On the pure family…
I see stories everywhere I go - its a lovely disease.