Book Review: I Heart New York

Whenever I’m done with a grueling day at work, a piece of light, fun chick-lit (or the likes of it) brings back the cheer in me. Lindsey Kelk’s humour is not at Sophie Kinsella’s, but rather, in a homelier manner her characters are likeable, relatable and slapstick funny. I couldn’t help liking Angela Clark. SheContinue reading “Book Review: I Heart New York”

You don’t have to say you love me

“I suppose the things that you always take for granted, that you don’t even notice, are what you miss the most.” — Sarra Manning (You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me)

oo1 ✦ Dangerous Mind ✦

The night is long – shadows grow on my wall I’m calling out but no one’s home; Cause paranoia is the only friend I know Street lamps dimmed promptly at midnight, signalling the witching hours. A rented motorbike cruised along the Kan-Etsu expressway at a speed enough to give the common man a heart attack.Continue reading “oo1 ✦ Dangerous Mind ✦”

take me away

Let me know in low whispers if it’s alright for me to follow you, utterly devoid of faith, just so you may lead me away El retrato de Dorian Gray. A place it’s fine to holler all which is fighting to be said. Ad infinitum; no limits to retreat no reasons not to stay. P.SContinue reading “take me away”

your forces and how to use them

“Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only theContinue reading “your forces and how to use them”

letters to a young poet

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. AtContinue reading “letters to a young poet”

__ staring into space

Head on with the crowd, realizing my neighbour has passed on, I’m trapped standing between both our gates, trying to find the right empathetic words to say, and it could only be “I’m sorry.” I meant to say a whole lot more – so much easier to churn out four thousand words of cold hardContinue reading “__ staring into space”