S h e m P a t r i a

The Death of an Idol

I saw your face with determination to survive the shithole this consumerist industry decided to put you in. You didn’t say a word, with clenched fists and only your own dreams that were bigger than the stage you’re in to drag you up, you did everything they told you without looking back. I…

The Year of Hibernation

Suddenly, I felt like a teenager again.

It’s like a gush of wind — liberating me from the monotonous practicality I have exercised. Having those feelings is something else; something different, because truthfully, I never had the luxury to experience this thing…

About the Author

‘Shem Patria’ is a pseudonym devised to negate all the proverbial ties from her old self.

She’s a person of caffeinated indulgence and recluses herself from stressful reality with arthouse films and epicurean sustenance. She writes everything her consciousness prescribes…

Teasing Rainy Season: A Eulogy To My Muse I Want to Fall In Love With

Why we should be afraid of the blank page

Why us, writers, shouldn’t give up on our art.

Being a Whore is Part of the Writing Process: Trust Me, I’m a Writer.