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Journey to Hyderabad

Journey to Hyderabad

  I begin this post by stating that this is the beginning. The statement is obvious, but I feel that by saying it, or writing it out loud, it makes it real. Sincere. Honest. Epic. The journey to Hyderabad started rather serenely with my brother picking us up at a...

Moth Miracle

  Today, I fell in love With a moth; Small and brown. A pale and helpless triangle, As it lay upturned on the bottom of a pan. It grappled and struggled with six legs and antennae flailing Whilst the very things which gave her flight, Bore her down, damp and...

Being

This post is about being. I am. I am alive, and I am blessed. Little things accentuate the nature of my existence, round the edges, sharpen the lines; flourishes of detail, for example: Blue overshoes.; like blue suede shoes but for the side of the pool. boredom. The...
Grotesque

Grotesque

Grotesque The click, clack of my many legs on the wooden floor. The miniscule slide just before the clack Is probably the worst part. It would offend my human ears! Oh, the irony! My human ears? They would not even hear! But me in my current insignificant form, I am...