Written as a part of the writers’ circle, meeting 4;inspired by the prompt:"now the horizon is clear, fire has swept it all away, one small bird, comes home." from the book Wild Mercy i think in maps.like scalable representations of the many dimensionsin which the world makes no sense to me.correction (active voice for my english… Continue reading thinking in maps of horizons.
Written as a part of the writers' circle, meeting 2; inspired by the prompt: "what is this playing that you do while you hide your intelligent self" from a Rumi poem | 19 April, 2021 i am still only learning to play. make believe. ghar ghar. war war. office office. future future.the future that i… Continue reading state of play
inspired by the following piece from my history: the other day, a friend asked me about this artist.who's that, i asked her, confused about why she thought i'd know him.he inspired you, J, she hollered in disbelief, and after you introduced me to him, I did too.i'd made this "remix" inspired by him.i don't remember… Continue reading remembering consciousness
been sitting with a lot of grief lately.not as much my own, but just grief in general.reading eulogy after obituary after dedicationimagining the conversations that remain incomplete in our world todaysomehow made simultaneously more trivial and more significantby the abandon of meaning in our worlds today. on some days, desperate for a sliver of sensefulness,i… Continue reading grieving meaning
she says i've become bitter.and almost like a flight fright freeze response(as a womanfight usually is rage swallowed in rossogullachurned out of my sweatglands like some weird pheromonethat seems to keep them at bay). bitter, she chastises andits like i can taste the bittergourd seeds at the back of my mouthwhere my tongue meets the… Continue reading synaesthesia.
Baby, i'm not complicated. i'm the intricate art of layers of chaos collected from our complex world as i embrace it with open arms naked body curious soul letting it consume me, and through it, becoming. i'm not the complicated that you mean, the abstruse It might just be your baffling you project, darling. i… Continue reading Status: It’s Complicated
We take our circumstances and beliefs, and find our choices within. You, to the best of your ability, slightly enchanted by your needs of the moment. Me, to the best of mine, finding my way amidst the sea of my wishes. We, dancing our moves through this stage full of improvisers, occasionally swinging together. Organising… Continue reading Us. Within our rhythms.
I spend my days collecting pieces to make up my world and trying to piece them together Meticulously, with childlike curiosity for meaning-making I try and try, finding the fit, as closely as I can And then I draw over them intricate patterns, with my schemas There are some patches Where the meaning is… Continue reading The piece about pieces