Le spleen n’est plus à la mode (c’est pas compliqué d’être heureux)
Title credits - lyrics by Angèle and Romeo ElvisPicture credits - Jamaica1802 (Pixabay)
Nomad

I live in a suitcase,  My head rests on a pile of scrunched up multi colored socks,  Bedsheets made of folded blue washed out pair of ripped jeans,  Covers composed of warm winter turtlenecks and marine blue wool jumpers,  Constantly…

You know we care…

Pursuing Masters in Health and ID, I enjoy writing poetry on social issues. This poem is based on the theme- public-sector health insurance scheme.

Love/Hate

I was embarrassed when you first showed up That first night And my agony at your existence It intensified over time I am so sorry that I hated you For so long, every single day Ever since I can remember,…

We might not hate Trump’s wall forever

A review of Professor Callahan’s documentary Great Walls It was with unexpectedly good timing that I visited the Great Wall during a reading week trip to Beijing, barely a week before Professor Callahan’s documentary came out. As I watched the…

Entracte

I put the mask back on Perform but there’s no sun The words are out but without meaning A pantomime, back into hiding.   I was out in the cold open Now it’s back to lies – back to men…

Order and Chaos

Farewell sailor, from the realm of reason we now depart! Rhyme not as leisure but real art will guide our ship into the dark. Recall blue skies and sun in your eyes, when you could tell truth from the lies.…