AscendanceAmong the gospel trees she found her God and he was a little white Rabbit. She sat there for hours moving her hands about him with her eyes closed, relishing the tingle the light fur left on her fingers. Like little bursts of electricity going 'pop' just beyond her touch. God nibbled on her wrist and strangely it did not hurt though she ( Read more... )

Wish everyone reading this a very happy Diwali. May this festival of lights shine good fortune on you and your family ( Read more... )

There are things that you keep telling yourself and they sound empty ( Read more... )

Caught in a cycle of hope and despair. And this despair is a cold thing it reaches out when you are not looking when you are not focussed. It arises in the moments you are watching daytime TV and when yu check Facebook for the 10th time in the day ( Read more... )

We are not really here ( Read more... )

Someone told me that you become what you write - what you create. Your own creative urge is the most powerful force in the universe and when you give it the room and water and the correct air temperature and humidity you can see it flower up. And it is an awe inspiring thing to be there. To witness it. To watch you give shape to things that before ( Read more... )

Its Thursday morning and it has rained just enough to make the trees looks a little greener and the roads are shiny black. If you slow down enough you can feel the faint whine in the world: its not loud enough to be heard but it makes you restless and angry ( Read more... )

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From Orhan Pamuk's My Name is Red ( Read more... )