I returned to the poetry circuit last week. Yes, I have been performing here and there but only where I’ve been pulled in. 2017 has hit me with so many things, I’ve needed to stop and regain my breath. I wrote a new piece and read it right off my screen. And then I was glad for a chance to bring back my first piece. It always gives me a new lease on life, when I live through the Paper Plane performance. A young poet who I know slightly, reached out to me later to thank me for sharing that and said she needed to hear just that, on that day. All I can feel is immense gratitude for this idea choosing to come to the world at all, and through my head. Thank you for all the paper planes.
Just lying on my back
And watching thoughts stumble across my mind
I seem to have fallen into a habit of brooding. Am I just moody?
Forget about being nice. Just stay curd rice. ~O~O~O~ Curd rice on the streets. Mor mollagai in the sheets. ~O~O~O~ Kadipatta must be sent to jail for showing up in curd rice. ~O~O~O~ My balanced diet of curd rice, workaholism, wine and male tears. ~O~O~O~ It’s not over until curd…
There are days I hate my job for how little time it leaves me for the rest of my life. And other days, I’m grateful for my job for the very same reason. This has been a week, month, no….six whole months of mad work. Time has passed and I…
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.