When the hazy, shimmering desert can’t quite compare To the peninsula and its misting petrichor, When you begin to measure the passage of time With how it flattens another roll in your r’s, When the lyrics to your favourite song have since Colonised phrases in your native tongue, When even football crowds resonate differently than … Continue reading Assimilation
Category: Microstories
Candle Re-Making
Strike a match, light a flame, It burns a while, yet not enough To avoid the concave. You strike again, set it ablaze Although it dies before gathering pace. You repeat the process a dozen times With different candles of myriad styles, Each time leaving behind A pool of unspoken lines, Awkward pauses, one-sided conversations, … Continue reading Candle Re-Making
Studio Living
The thing is, if you truly experience it in its whole, life reimagines itself; you begin to cherish Christmas with souls who choose your company in all your broken splendour, you start to question the insanity of anticipating the beeps and buzzes of your devices instead of the chirps and rustles of the world, you … Continue reading Studio Living
November Waves
Laying atop the jagged rocks, on a narrow beach blanket, I sneak a peek as you paddle away from the shore. My fingers itch to sketch out the curves of your surfboard And perhaps you, instead of the tumble of waves I’d vowed to capture this sunny morning. You coast the swells nonchalantly, And as … Continue reading November Waves
Bad Wolf
Woke up beside you, wishing I’d Find you wrapped around me. The walls remained silent as they watched You leave; I, even more so. Weeks have passed, years even, Still, I resolve that Special kind of loneliness — normally Healed by rewatching old favourites— By waking up to them wrapped around Me, wishing they were … Continue reading Bad Wolf
Sunday Mornings
Nona was always a gracious host— Even after her knitted socks began to Resemble amorphous clouds of colour, Even after locks on doors lost their usefulness Much like the Volkswagen in her garage, Even when she began to call me by my Mother’s name, even after she lost her ability To go on evening walks … Continue reading Sunday Mornings
Apologies for the Inconvenience
Designated drivers are hard to come by, Streaming services shift to individual accounts, Duplicate kitchen utensils transfer out of storage, Stubbed toes and burned tongues no longer meet Chuckles at each other’s expense and Yet, the most sought after void is that of a chai-time partner So the milk and water proportions go back to … Continue reading Apologies for the Inconvenience
Wanderlust
Throbbing soles of feet leave her Itching for the steam of fragrant baths, The exhaustion of holiday chatter Reminds her of the comfort of her couch. The silence of bedroom walls so deafening That she longs for the din of concert halls. A late night out in the city versus An early … Continue reading Wanderlust
Some Assembly Required
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
Overcorrection
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
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