Communication breakdown

Photo: Lily Lvnatikk A poem No one is an island, they saybut they lie, for what else are we?Bounded by our hard egosand separated by a vast sea of sheer individuality. Yet, we are not isolatedfor from island to islandleaky boats incessantly floaton currents of speech pilotedby unskilled thought… And long before they reachthe shores, they capsizeor …

Death by criticism

A meditation on sticks, stones and words Harsh criticism and real communication have this in common: Both are about nakedness. And yet, they are fundamentally different. Communication is you in charge. You in the presence of someone else (or even a group), but taking off your clothes yourself, perhaps because they ask, but most importantly, because you …

Taken (a poem)

In honour of Verishima Unokyur, who died by suicide, and the family who survive him And so you were taken,right at the start of the year,you came to the end of your years. Your own are left forsaken,burdened hence with this permanentquestion mark in their lives’ sentence. Yet, were you truly taken,or, did you take yourself, as …

Beginnings

Or, a Christmas 2016 word-gift In the beginning God thundered, “Let there be!”And there were molecules and mountains the word moulding mice and men and meteors In the beginning again God whispered, “Let him be.”And Omnipresent came in present tense the Word into a world almost too noisy to hear… Almost. To new beginnings. Merry Xmas. 🙂

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