Stop fucking poetry.

Stop fucking poetry. “it’s easy to be a writer in 2019” what makes you think it’s easy to be a writer ever? Some get traumatized by bullying or an early divorce or assault and they write war cries down on paper. Every syllable, every decibel, screaming louder than their oppressors. It’s the scream, the pain, … Continue reading Stop fucking poetry.

Soulmates?

I met a palm reader once who convinced me to let him tell me my story. His readings weren’t conventional - he came up with stories of past lives by reading the calligraphy on our hands. Mukkadar used to be a storyteller but the people needed some catch to sit for a story, so he chose this unconventional palm-reading......

A different time.

Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be - the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for....

The closet for the stars.

This isn't your 1800s Shakespearean poem. This is the 21s century rendition of the word Poetry. Type: Poem x story-telling. It's on the societal perceptions of being gay. It goes like this: "The '90s weren't easy, but then now is not very different..."

Mud paint and memories.

Beth was an artist. On some days, she would take half-filled whiskey bottles and paint her boyfriend's face on it. The skin would be dark and the nose small, the lips chapped and cheeks flushed. She would color every inch except the small circles in the eyes. She would leave that to the sun and whiskey. It had to resemble his eyes, after all. On other....