It’s interesting the things we know of our colleagues after a few years of working together. Often things that they don’t even notice of themselves. From the obvious moodiness after a spat with a significant other to little twitches and twists of the face when they are up to something mischievous – like giving a customer a not so subtle put-down. All their little habits … Continue reading Magwinya & Soup.
It starts with madness, of course, it does. A sort of fidgeting of the soul. A restlessness. You begin by plotting your own career downfall from corporate superstar on the rise to wandering hipster sleeping on a warmed wooden floor in a Jjimjilbang (Korean public bathhouse), drinking Soju and eating pig’s ears. It is completely unreasonable. Why would anyone want to leave a sometimes racist, … Continue reading Butterfly
He is the cutest thing when he is upset. Shoulders sagged, face dropped and even his lips are turned down. All his emotions having plummeted to the floor, collecting in a pool of tears. He is wounded. And I imagine his little heart smarting from the painful jab of Vitamin NO. Poor little angel face. So angry with me. But there is nothing that I … Continue reading Childlike
My dear Nameless, Hormones are messing me up. I feel fragile and constantly on the verge of tears. I want cake, comfort, food, and hugs – which I am afraid to go to any of my friends for because while they may be elderly, understanding, and ‘just a little portly’ (excellent for teddy bear hugs by the way) –they are also male! Not only male … Continue reading The Madalas
I went to a flea market today And there I met a man. Tall, dark and charismatic He called himself the Moon Guy. He gave me a gift A necklace with a half heart pendant. I looked up at him with questioning eyes He smiled at me. “You only ever have the one half, my darling,” he said. “The other is fragmented and broken up … Continue reading The Moon Guy
I notice that I have been looking for myself in the protagonists of the books I choose lately. All of them single, late twenty-something women, living very busy yet lonely confusing lives- trying to figure out their career, love life, SIBLINGS!!! & their spouses but most importantly – themselves. Does it seem strange to you that the person we are is also a mystery to … Continue reading A Conversation with Life.
To the fairies who oversee the wishing fountain in the garden If you exist Please hear this whispered prayer From heart caught in a sinister twist Of lies and deceit Where love once was so sweet Now scars where his lips kissed All warning signs missed One of many on a list Was I just a tryst? One doomed never to last? The questions persist … Continue reading Wishing Fountain
I sit at a party and watch The music and voices a faint distant call Far away echoes from a forgotten past. Their faces the same. Twinkling eyes Lip’s pulled into smiles upon clear porcelain skin. It’s all so strange – their endless game of charade. I resent it. I resent them. I want to be with the outcast nerd Who wears humanity upon his … Continue reading 2nd October 2008,
The thing about old friends is that they are not exactly friends when you meet them in the future.More like familiar strangers at best. It’s like finding your old blanket after many years only to realise it isn’t quite as brightly coloured as you remembered it. It won’t quite go around your shoulders as it used to and did you imagine it ever so … Continue reading Old Friend
We have a heart connection You and I Though I don’t know you Nor you know me We share the same frequency where our thoughts And our emotions collide We have a heart connection That’s what my friend says to me Though the years go by and time make us old Our heart vibrations, they still beat at par So that I will always know you … Continue reading Heart Connection