At the Performance Poetry workshop I attended yesterday, we looked at some videos of performers. One of them had a few notes playing in the background and the performer speaking in a characteristic singsong, often-rhyming style. I blurted out, “But that’s rap!” The others smiled and told me that rap…
A pick-up artist wrote a book called ‘The Game’ and he may as well have called it, ‘A little negging, a lot of begging’.
Imaan Sheikh was the name on Twitter’s buzz because of a screenshot of her tweets from three years earlier.
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
I got my second tattoo yesterday. It is a paper plane, embellished in the watercolour style and is etched flying off my right wrist.
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.