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moonshine borealis: November 2013
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Friday, 1 November 2013. Baby, the world’s still turning,. The grey is still fading, but look at that,. For the first time, there’s no mist,. She’s ruling with a sturdy goddamn fist. Angry, seething, but more about time lost,. We’ll never find it again. Two letters, two poems and four postcards,. Words put down in paper that we can’t erase. Memories trying to be forgotten,. Nail marks, kisses, caresses, vulnerability,. Tears, texts, a pair of earrings, pieces of skin. But look at that,. Shards of glass, ...
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moonshine borealis: September 2011
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Monday, 19 September 2011. There was a side to me that I always knew of,. That bit that I feared the deepest. Covered by shimmering ice,. So striking, so sharp in its beauty,. Cold to touch and fearless in its protective duty. The ice became a part of me,. The veiled eyes and never smiling face. I should have seen the deluge coming. The day that I set fire to the ice. And watched her burn from afar. The flames were so high,. I thought she would burn longer,. But it lasted no more than a few minutes.
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moonshine borealis: where do we go now?
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Wednesday, 31 December 2014. Where do we go now? I’ve realised that I end up taking stock only at the end of the year when it hits me that I need to change the dates on letters and posts yet again. Just when one gets used to writing 2014, it changes to 15. And so on. While the first half of the year seems to have been dominated by this, the second half brought more changes. The shift to a new city, a new part of the country, was something inevitable that I’d been putting off for a couple of yea...I can&#...
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moonshine borealis: December 2011
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Friday, 30 December 2011. Since this new format is proving to be a pain, I will shortly be moving to a new one. to be continued. meanwhile Scotland is cold and windy but provides much fodder for writing I'm sure. now if only I would get to it! Thursday, 29 December 2011. It is time once again for those narcissistic reflections of the time that has passed – to say “oh, how time flies! 8221; and such. But it hasn’t really flown this year. A friend gifted me a diary this year, one which asks you a different...
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moonshine borealis: March 2013
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Thursday, 7 March 2013. Apologies for not updating - it's been a crazy year and I toyed with the idea of doing away with blogging. obviously I decided against it. will definitely be more regular, or more sharing, with the writing now! She was seated by the window, looking out onto the horizon of the city she’d made home. One last time. A book lay in her lap. As the aircraft began moving, she held on tightly to her arm-rest, her mind reeling from the things she’d forgotten to tell people and places ...
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moonshine borealis: August 2011
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Thursday, 25 August 2011. I've made an image of lovers over the years. As I've watched them all fall, around me:. My closest confidantes, most distant nemeses. Acrobats flying through the air,. Lithe and graceful, sometimes eyes closed,. Some eyes are wide open. They leap, they land on their feet,. On their heads, backs, elbows and teeth,. Like cats or clumsy hippos. Some land on shards of glass that were waiting,. Pointing at the heavens. Some have partners, ones which help,. I have to applaud. Author's...
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moonshine borealis: July 2011
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Monday, 11 July 2011. 8220;I ask for very little, you know. I mean…”. 8221; he spat. 8220;I am NOT done! 8220;No, you are. I am. We’re done. Bloody done.” He threw the pillow at the bed and stormed out of our bedroom. He was joking. Had to be. It was over something stupid. incredibly stupid. And it always was. I think this time it was over him not telling me that he wouldn’t be home for dinner. I make him sound like a monster. He’s not. He’s just… insensitive? I sighed and went to wash my face. I nee...
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moonshine borealis: 457 Oak Wood Circle
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Tuesday, 30 December 2014. 457 Oak Wood Circle. I stood outside the house. 457 Oak Wood Circle. How pretentious did that sound for an Indian home? Did I really want to meet the people inside? What if they were having a get-together? What if they told me to go away? Worse, what if they were having a party and invited me in? What would my family say if they knew where I was? I tried not to think of my mother. Memories from my childhood, adulthood, from her funeral – it was all too much. The other houses we...
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moonshine borealis: January 2015
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Monday, 12 January 2015. A collaboration with a poet friend. For the passengers of the still missing MH370, victims of MH17 and QZ8501, and all their families. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Microsoft Lumia 532 Smartphone Bewertungen. How do you reconcile to an old blog? IN THE LAND OF HAGGIS and TARTAN. Time: around late afternoon when the sun is hot, but not hottest, in the sky. Place: somewhere in southern India, where the summers are sc. Gargoyles in my head.
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moonshine borealis: February 2015
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Friday, 13 February 2015. The skin was stretched tight, paler than the rest of her body. Like warm honey. Das thought if he licked it, it would taste different from the rest of her. Instead he gently placed one hand over his wife’s belly and continued staring at it. She sighed from somewhere above his head. “Your hands are cold,” she grumbled. He took his hands away and repositioned the nightie over her stomach before he kissed it for the third time that morning. Anita sighed again. 8220;Biju, I’ve...
