That you can apply right now — As a writer and a reader, bearing different hobbies and a full-time job, I know it can be hard to find time to read an article about writing tips, especially when there are plenty of them out here. Also, you sometimes just lack the patience to sit still and read…

The loudest of all —

The return of inspiration — Today I feel it’s back. It lay dormant for a while. In a place where all is black, The recesses of my child. Now I can feel it, As it reels, Something that stirs me up, I can feel it, As it spills, And my spirits rise up. It wakes…

One-liner poem —

One-liner poem —

Living… is the hardest of all. — There is something intricately complicated about preserving life. And I talk about anything. Letting things die is much easier than keeping them alive. Think of a fire you made. It’s hard to keep the flames going, and how hard to light it in the first place? But how easy can…

A dark poem — I once didn’t take the Midnight Train. I was drawn to the beach, Like the waves are drawn ashore, Looking for nothing But longing some more. I went barefoot to feel the tide unfold, It was grim and dark And the wet sand bore A rocky promise of something more. …

That’s a question I often pose as a non-native speaker — I wasn’t born speaking English, not even as a second language. Although I had enough education to manage myself, and frequent exposure to English culture on television (mainly American), I would be far from asking such questions if I didn’t cultivate a particular interest in the language. The attraction went…

A series of short, reflective thoughts — What are my limits? It feels like the harder I try to find them, the worse I get to know them. My personal space keeps getting stepped on by the needs/whims of others, and even my own often venture savagely to cross that line. My sanity is yet another limit…