a feminine pen

A woman’s pen must be sheepishly compliant, subjugated and enslaved. She must duck and dive when it comes to writing Junoesque, voluptuous words. She must never bare them by putting her hard-earned dignity at stake and never ever ever use blood-red ink because in her untold herstory the gender of her words is invariably feminine.Continue reading “a feminine pen”

inevitable

The unheralded sojourn of blooms and silky pollen dust, the accomplice, ever so often tugging along with your thoughts, tiptoed from beckoning byways of a distant past and moved to my quiet forsaken nights. Life had issued an edict ordering your permanent tenancy in my heart. A hushed song poking through blossoming bougainvillaea hanging acrossContinue reading “inevitable”

metaphors

Behind those lush pastures where our child flesh pasted to adult bones never wanes. There’s a house riddled with numberless examinations and tests. Yesterday, when my mother told me that relationship is metaphoric to love, I twigged… Why she felt like a sky. Endless, vast and eternal, festooned with clouds of all colours, of candyContinue reading “metaphors”