MindForest

My Small Arsenal to Deal with Life

This is to pay forward the gifts I have gained from other writers on PKM and also on general life…

How I Pray

I pray in my own way. I do not speak to a god. I have long left behind the traditional faith I was born in. I no longer practice any of its…

Quiet Revolutions

A piece written at the height of the pandemic lockdown yet still having to work to earn and survive.

On Nature

I grew up not knowing the names of trees and flowers. Nature was an optional knowledge and visual background within the environment where I…

Crossroads

This is a piece written sometime in 2020 at the height of the pandemic. I was the designated household errand runner when the local…

That Old, Old Love

I have an old, old love. It has gone soft and silent years ago in the wildforest’s graveyard of possibilities. If you get to…

Claiming My Mornings: The First 30 Minutes

It’s one of my sister’s best advice after seeing me drown everyday in…