Category Archive for 'Prose'

Love lost

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

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I sleep with a salamander on my pillow, the Queen said as she stared out the window at nothing in particular. It licks up the tears that fall as I weep at night. One day it will die from all the bitter sorrow it has drunk, but until then it will continue to [...]

Wedding bells

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

A rash of weddings, he said, but I shook my head vigorously. Not a rash, I insisted, why do you make it sound like a disease? Like something that eats at the skin. It should be a joy of weddings, a revel of weddings. A thrill of weddings, maybe. He [...]

Keep me steady

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

I dived into love with you.
I stood on the diving board, rough wood, splinters curling up at the edges. My toes were small and white as they gripped the edge of the plank like a dying man grasps at his last breath. I remember looking down and thinking, I don’t have to jump. [...]

An ode to hunger

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

There is hunger in my tummy!
There is hunger in my tummy and it’s doing a dance!
It’s yelling that it’s hungry and it doesn’t want plants!
Meat! it’s screaming and it wants its meat now!
But I have lesson in ten minutes so how! So how!
There is hunger in my tummy and it won’t be appeased!
It wants a [...]

Do you know?

Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

As I walk down the corridor, my nose wrinkles faintly. The smell is antiseptic, violently clean, with an undercurrent of old age. It’s the scent of grandparents lying in beds, waiting for their turn to die. Eau de hospice. Eau de old. The smell of impending death.
Just the day before, [...]

Reprise: Calendar light

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

My entire week is spent rushing towards the weekends, and my entire weekend is spent wishing that Monday wouldn’t roll around quite so soon. That being said I’m deeply grateful to whoever created the Roman calendar, because I’m glad they didn’t decide on ten-day weeks and six-week months.
Fifteen-month years.
But now and then I stop myself [...]

Dedicated to the stars of the 2 girls 1 cup video

Friday, March 7th, 2008

I was inspired to write this after reading (and watching, much to my horror and disgust and open-mouthed screams) about the 2 girls 1 cup video that’s receiving way too much attention on the Net.
Of course, I’ve had to add to it.
Enjoy the poem. :P
(If you don’t know what 2 girls 1 cup is, please, [...]

With your eyes closed, do you know who I am?

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

I want to lie beside you and within you, to occupy the same space at the same time.
I want to know you, to memorize your curves with my fingertips.
I want to map you out with pencil on paper, with toothpicks on a table. With chalk and charcoal on the floor.
I want to rise [...]

New life

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

“Once bitten, twice shy,” she offers; penitent, yet desperate for him to understand. “Third time unlucky. Fourth time…paranoid.”
He shakes his head, unyielding. “Baggage,” he retorts. Icy eyes. Back stiff. She’d never seen him look this way. “Don’t you trust me?”
Tucking her head into the curve of his neck, [...]

Po A Tree

Monday, November 26th, 2007

Couple of cute puzzly poems I found in a pedagogy book I borrowed from NIE library, which I am supposed to be writing an essay on, but am obviously procrastinating over.
:D

Ms Alice had a nice Mr
And every Friday night he kr
But when her lips began to blr
That fickle Mr kr sr.
-Anonymous
and!
Radi was a circus lion
Radi [...]