I am fond of long goodbyes as though they were a long banquet not equivalent to the portrayal of the last meal because there was no betrayal for coins —- no deceptive kiss on the cheek I love the drippingness of sweet words Hopes that could leap out and embrace A resolution to a conversationContinue reading “intimacy-issues”
Monthly Archives: January 2016
chessboard reveries
circling deeper into a stalemate within myself; with myself there is a checkmate the king and queen are empty thrones and the knights moved singularly with no acceleration and the guards are off the chessboard migrating to newer kingdoms where games are not the only plays but there is a taste for new arrivals.
psuedo buddhism
Originally posted on Etches of Ink and Light:
On a regular basis, I filter out a number of messages that come from all directions—emails, comments, friendly suggestions—in the name of buddhism. In this filtering process, I ask myself: what is the difference between fake buddhism and buddhism? After all, buddhist philosophic texts have been crucial…
I feel alone.
I feel alone. And I have forgotten how to write. once I use to flirt with linguistic possibilities and now I just don’t do anything… I don’t write anymore writing has not been killed in me but I don’t know what to write or, how to write or, is it makes sense to me toContinue reading “I feel alone.”
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Lattimer is an artist who makes photography really artistic, surreal and exciting. Doing series of all kinds that tells stories his photography makes new avenues of social and philosophical discussions. ORIGINAL ARTWORK BY J E LATTIMER © 2016 J E LATTIMER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Source: 01112016
I Am A Daughter
For anyone in the world, especially South Asia and South Asian origins, we know this to be true. But this is also true to anyone in the West. Think of slut-shaming as a male centred economy, of girls be sent home not to distract males, of females being looked upon as inferior, as females beingContinue reading “I Am A Daughter”
You’re husband
This poem transforms a relationship into different categories. I loved it because it showed the very nature of failure in communication and all the rage of infidelities.