DesiLit Magazine

A new poem of mine, a different shade of brown, was recently published in DesiLit Magazine! Read it here!

someone wrote it best

i came across this passage by eugene o'neill and it captured everything so well... so instead of writing my own entry that would probably be unmatchable, i'll just write his up instead... after all, why try to rewrite that which has been written so well?

Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love? Why am I afraid, I who am not afraid? Why must I pretend to scorn in order to pity? Why must I hide myself in self-contempt in order to understand? Why must I be so ashamed of my strength, so proud of my weakness? Why must I live in a cage like a criminal, defying and hating, I who love peace and friendship? Why was I born without a skin? O God, that I must wear armor in order to touch or be touched.

Eugene O'Neill - (from The Great God Brown)

technical writing

ok, so i do have a day job - i'm a technical writer...
i kind of fell into the job, not something i studied to be, but i guess i'm good at it since i haven't been fired yet... i think maybe i fell into it as a way to keep myself writing, because i had stopped for a while...
being a technical writer is boring, yes, but sometimes it brings out some quirky sides of me... here is a poem i wrote one day, bored on the job...

an ode to a paperclip

oh paperclip paperclip
sitting on the tabletop
do you wish you were holding papers
do you wish the agony would stop?

oh paperclip paperclip
a wire deformed
would you rather be a computer cord
would you rather hold forms

oh paperclip paperclip
you uniter of paper
you joiner of lost souls
you potential finger scraper

oh paperclip paperclip
how do you live
how do you fulfill your purpose
when you have nothing left to give

oh paperclip paperclip
wire of my heart
i will not mourn your parting
but i will mourn our time apart

the distance within

so my first blog is named after my first book, named after the first poem

The distance within
Was the distance without
Me

The distance without
Was the distance between
Us

The distance between
Was the distance around
You

The distance around
Was the distance within
Me