Tagged: Death

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If I had time, I would tell you everything.

If I had time, I would tell you everything. How she was always learning to cook something new, how all her secret silk songs were of lost love, annotated dreams with no end, an...

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Utopia

You have been missing for a long time now, reaching for air listlessly, making lost noises. Your eyes have glazed over- pupils shifiting in and out of focus, a confused camera searching to capture. Dreams unfurl behind...

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Lingzhi

I learnt about this mushroom which weighs the difference of realism and hope. How much Lingzhi soup can my metastasised mother drink in front of Dr Vibha? “You know it’s not going to reverse...

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smile and nod

She sat holding my dying mother’s hand and told me that I needed to trust in Jesus; take his wounded hand and never let it go, let his viscous blood run all over me like...

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Metamorphosis

I sit beside you watching the rise and fall of your chest, cocooned in blankets.   They look like they grew out from under your feet, enshrouding you in a peaceful white chrysalis, your...

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Return of God

I always believed that there was someone protecting me. When I was young at bedtime, my mother and I we would send up our prayers to the dark heavens, cupped in our palms like...

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Resistance

An arm smacks down on the snooze button. It is so difficult to get out of bed. Eyelids droop shut once more, determined to stay closed, hermetically sealed against the light of the uninspired...

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Dreaming

I have a dream. It comes back to visit me Again and again like an Obsessed visitor under the Cover of night. There is this dream. In which I am standing By a river...