the pianist
My mother was a pianist once. She lived alone on the second floor of a grey apartment building in a small suburb of Seoul, just out of the city, because it was all she could afford. She didn’t have very much – just a few childhood memories packed into boxes: a gold picture frame with a yellowing photo of her parents on their wedding day, … Continue reading the pianist
an honest reflection.
Living in an affluent part of Sydney that can be aptly described as a “bubble” – an insular community of the wealthy, the ambitious, the connected, the upper class, I can only explain myself as feeling stuck in a grey space. I feel trapped. There is a never-ending internal conflict between the values that surround me – the ones I’ve internalised from 17 years of … Continue reading an honest reflection.
alone
Do you ever feel alone? Just lonely. And still, cocooned by the chatter and the noise and the laughter. But disjointed, disconnected. People. Like weak magnets drawn together by nothing but an arbitrary, imaginary force. Perhaps the most significant imaginary force to ever believe in. But still, inevitably, we are separate. Our worlds unshared, unknown, untouched. Do we share them? Some magnets … Continue reading alone
purple mist
A thick mist hung on the waistline of the earth, that place where the clouds meet the waves that seem to roll of the edge of the planet. Beneath it a purple haze stained the sky, a halo embracing the sleepy mountains, mingling with the wet blue glow of the valley. Motionless. And I wondered how it could be, even as the earth lurched away … Continue reading purple mist
asleep
It rises and falls like the tide on the sand A weight of black steel pressing down Strangling, drowning And my heart treads the water, but it’s too much to ask I’ve sunk into a slumber And there is no awakening. Continue reading asleep
ficus
When I was little, I had this houseplant that sat on a shelf in my house above the mantlepiece. It was dark green with these huge elephant-ears that spread across the marble, like legs. I was right near obsessed with that Ficus. I’d sit there just about any time I got looking at it – the waxy fiddle leaves and little veiny webs that weaved … Continue reading ficus
19 words
The soft rhythm of mechanical breaths layered under hollow bursts of electric heartbeat: the sinister harmonies of lingering life. Continue reading 19 words
to be loved
love is torture concealed in sweet coatings but beneath the surface something wicked brews love isn’t real it disappoints falling short of expectations. i envy those who are deceived love feels real almost alive – a bouquet of roses cut from their stems. but the flowers always die. so someone tell me what it is like to be truly loved? … Continue reading to be loved
at last, alive
She felt him next to her – his warmth radiating, his heartbeat pulsing steadily for the both of them. She heard his peaceful sigh as they gazed out into the sea of trees. An open plain of rolling green hills, with green and blue and pink pressed into the sky above them and leaking onto the halos of their peaks. And the green was wild. … Continue reading at last, alive
don’t tell me
don’t tell me you’re sorry you’re different now don’t tell me it was a mistake you’ve changed you’ve changed. don’t tell me you’ve missed me you need me don’t tell me – because i might just believe it Continue reading don’t tell me
