A Way of Looking at Summer
i. Ahh, summer—what would you have me say of you? ii. I emptied myself the darkness of three years to feel à gogo that is my laughter. iii. But what of a strang...
Category: Listicles
My attempt at listicles as a literary genre is to blend the structured format of a list with the narrative depth or storytelling. Designed to present information in an easily digestible way, I tackle a wide range of topics, from the profoundly complex to the whimsically trivial. The goal of these listicles is not to create easily shareable and skimmable content, but to offer bite-sized segments of insights or entertainment.
A Way of Looking at Love
1. February’s redeeming quality is not the expensive love flying off the shelves. But Mother Nature as she stands poised, and landscape spellbound by the love s...
On Pouring My Heart Out
Most times I shroud my poems in mystery or hide behind the metaphor, and leave the “about” of the poem for the reader to interpret as they wish. Not this time, ...