Eyes meet, sparks fly, the fox-trot begins, Dreams are painted, vows are exchanged, The spaces between lines are nothing more. Time weathers, tensions build, expectations rise, Bonds unravel, stitches come undone, The spaces between lines become something more. How do we turn back time when This union lacks an instruction manual, Even though the packaging … Continue reading Some Assembly Required
It was a cool autumn beginning, Not so much rushed as distracted By vehicles perceiving the fog rolling in. Up ahead a car appears weaving through traffic, Brake lights blinking sporadically, Lurching to stay on course as though Overcorrecting for lapses in judgement. Perhaps this is what life looks like to observers, That perspective of … Continue reading Overcorrection
Do you smell that? The geranium, lemon, jasmine and freshly watered grass — It’s the scent of weekday schedules with hipster tendencies. Do you see that? Above: the moon that often kept us company, Through whispered conversations in your car, revisits me. Do you hear that? The twilight calm of a neighbourhood that … Continue reading Mr. Branson
The gate opened with a slow creek, of its own volition. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me,’ I thought, ‘A cemetery gate that has a mind of its own? I guess the universe thinks I’m a white protagonist in a horror film.’ I glared at the gargoyles towering above me. ‘No thank you,’ I hollered, … Continue reading As If
He wasn’t the first to seek my favour in Fangorn Forest; Many a knight-errant had stumbled through, in pursuit of excellence. He resembled a child entertaining a tiger cub with a long stick, Rather than a warrior fending off an apex predator. I was particularly indifferent to his beauty - His locks parodied Absalom’s infamous … Continue reading The Heir Apparent
It was pouring outside.She’d been away so long, she almost didn’tFind the turnstiles at King’s Cross. Her hand twitched to the wand in her pocketEverytime someone looked her way;The defensive instincts from the past yearWould take a while to tame. When Mrs. Granger finally opened the door to her,She was ambushed by a sopping wet hugFrom a … Continue reading Granger, Hermione
Seventeen years of formal education, Half a decade of professional training, Novel experiences, growing self-awareness, Battling imposter syndrome, and The vagaries of migrant life. None of this can guarantee the future: Brain freezes choose to attack At the most inopportune moments.
If I Turn on the string lights, Light up the right scents, Switch up the music ideally, It's almost as though I never left, I just took a trip, and that I've finally come home.
I need you to guard this for me. It’s broken beyond repair, and it isn’t worth much, so It’s not like you’ll be fighting off bandits, or the Queen’s Guard. Taking care of it isn’t rocket science, Just bring a katana of your choice to fight off the demons, A tent perhaps, for when … Continue reading Knight
They warned me about beer bellies and slower metabolism, They reminded me that school friends would become acquaintances. I was prepared for routines and clockwork sleep schedules, I grudgingly accepted the increasingly elaborate hangover cures. On most days I am grateful for the steady bank balance, and I’ve even made my peace with the lack … Continue reading Adulthood