If I taught poetry to students, I’d ask them to write in the language they think in and use the thesaurus wisely when they don’t. A simple sentence like the petrichor wafts through the mountains, bringing with it the smell of rich earth dampened by the rain can turn into a pappyshow of decent writing… Continue reading
Pinky’s Burger House (Part 1.5)
Part 1 I’ve well documented my struggles with faith. I’d prefer not to dwell on it now though and instead give you part 2 of Pinky’s Burger House. Yes, all my posts are back. You can view them leisurely and lament my madness and yada yada. But before we launch into part 2 of Pinky’s… Continue reading
Pseudo Mini Cantos
A.S. I have never read The Cantos and don’t plan on doing so. Sister Margaret’s resignation 1 It’s time for me to leave the nunnery, And become a pioneer of modern gunnery. To Agnes and Augustine, I’m no longer tied, I’m a gun moll and I need my Clyde. 2 enough of vespers and choir… Continue reading
Shall I compare you to a winter’s night?
Shall I compare you to a winter’s night? You are so prudish and troublingly cold. Your fiery scorn asphyxiates the light And damn, I can’t take it! I’m getting old! The blazing depths of hell gaze up at me, And my complexion is dulled and dimmed. Please stop! Leave me alone! Just let me… Continue reading
This is not a poem
The news talks about an Air India passenger who urinated on an elderly woman, and Twitter is on fire, one propagandist who churns out jingoistic movies, replete with majoritarian fanaticism, asks, what if it was a Khan? Wouldn’t the law be different? But this isn’t about him or the woman who had to endure sickening… Continue reading
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.