It’s been a long time since I wrote about me, in an attempt to explain, reveal, or understand myself, my thoughts and my behavior. But the introspection disease has hit again. I can’t tell whether I am writing these explanations in order to understand myself, or so that others will understand me. I don’t know… Continue reading My Relationship With Solitude: Stockholm Solomania
Disclaimer: Anything I say as part of my interpretations could possibly be partially to entirely wrong. As I write this, I must admit I have known of Gallant, the RnB singer, for just about a month or so (note: I wrote this way earlier than I am posting this). But I haven’t fully fallen into… Continue reading The Spiritual Journey of Gallant (@SoGallant)
Before you read this poem, I think you should read Czeslaw Milosz' Ars Poetica?, given that I drew inspiration directly from it and consciously mirrored its format to minor details. His Ars Poetica? with its significant question mark was a deliberation on (literally translated) the art or nature of poetry. I decided to write a counterpart, also… Continue reading The Nature of the Poet?
Author: Jennifer Niven After finishing this book, I am distraught. And highly upset. My review could end here. But it won’t. Wow, what a beautiful book. What beautiful writing. Maybe I am biased because I am an absolute sucker for American YA fiction but I don’t care. I have met yet another character, by name… Continue reading My Thoughts: All the Bright Places
I am not an exciting person. But perhaps exciting things happen to me. Or around me. Which is great, because I can write about them. As part of its first year orientation program, Pomona College organizes these trips - more often than not, camping trips – divides the freshmen into various groups of their choice… Continue reading Evacuation OA
A mural of elaborate scribbles on a concrete wall Knees scraped from the gravel on the ground Black chalk grinds on white, scratching marks In the light of a blood moon, in an empty alley. A heavy heart soliloquizes with the concrete And when the sun finally rises, soon The wall will tell stories to… Continue reading Soliloquy With The Concrete
I know that the thing you fear most is a repetition of the last few years – the ones you call and truly believe were the absolute worst years of your life. That time, it seemed to have started out great. That’s what made it all the more painful, I suppose, when it all came… Continue reading A Message to Myself in College