Paracosmic

life is tough, my darling, but so are you

Category: Poems

  • The runaway train

    The runaway train

    in

    Yet strangely, I wish this trip would last forever, so I need not use the return ticket, and come back to the place where tunnels don’t seem to end, with no apologies given to many of us, scarred over your words and actions.

  • Shrieks

    Shrieks

    in

    A villanelle lyrically inspired by The Cranberries’ The Icicle Melts and the song Donna Donna. Maybe I shouldn’t have read the paper today.

  • Cocoon

    Cocoon

    in

    If I keep rolling inside this blanket, will I slowly become a cocoon and be free from obligations and norms and stigmatization and thoughtless thoughts as I wait to hatch into a butterfly? But even a moth is fine.

  • Words (2)

    Words (2)

    in

    Words have complex power: influencing and constraining, healing and bleeding.

  • Dear, home

    Dear, home

    in

    From the fourth. To others.

  • Flings

    Flings

    in

    Gerund is (too) kind, someone in the Poet’s Market said. Yeah, okay, but my verb-ing can be unkind and bitchy too.

  • A thorn in the flesh

    A thorn in the flesh

    in

    “A call for mutiny,” that’s how the captains would see me. Exploring exploitation, structural hypocrisy, discontent and disillusionment, and class struggle.

  • Intersection

    Intersection

    in

    There must be an intersection, somewhere, where we meet each other. After all, despite the years we spent arguing and making up, we still ponder what to eat for breakfast every morning, right?

  • Blank spaces

    Blank spaces

    in

    And I’ll write your name.