Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust; Chapter 1

In a previous post, I mentioned that I would begin my philosophical re-education with Solnit’s ‘Wanderlust’. I don’t believe I’ll write a post about every chapter, but what I can say about this one is that it gripped me. It’s rare to read a writer, who is a thinker, who grips me in a wayContinue reading “Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust; Chapter 1”

My Philosophical Rage and a Promise of Re-Education…

I feel the featured image on this post is particularly appropriate. When I wandered my way into the university where I did my MA, and promptly knew it was the wrong course for me, but still stuck with it because – well, it’s a long because and it’s already rooted in the depths of thisContinue reading “My Philosophical Rage and a Promise of Re-Education…”

Painting again…

Whenever I think about painting, drawing or creating – I freeze. It’s not that poetry is an easier form of expression. To be honest, there are parts of me that feel mortified that my poetry ‘following’ is not growing faster. But, with visual art, I see these rolling pictures. These past events and people rockContinue reading “Painting again…”

Asian and Pacific People’s – Thank You for All You Are

When the Atlanta Spa Killings were reported, the news came in the wake of increased hate crimes against the Asian Community not only in the US, but globally, too. I had a moment where I thought, ‘this can’t be real.’ Humanity can’t still be in this place. But people of colour have always been targeted,Continue reading “Asian and Pacific People’s – Thank You for All You Are”

Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…

Alright, here we go, it’s time. No.1 lesson here: Your message, depending on context, is not as important as the health of your reader. Put in a disclaimer on every post that states that you are not a health professional. Seriously, don’t let me down on this. No.2 lesson here: If No.1 got your hacklesContinue reading “Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”

Writing and witnessing

It occurred to me today that when I write I am actually looking for something. Searching, sometimes, with an almost clingy desperation for someone to witness the pain and the joy and the small moments of my life that elicit pre-verbal reactions that I never want to explain in the moment. For example, love thatContinue reading “Writing and witnessing”

Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.

This post will be a little different, because I’m in a different space while writing it. But, an important one, I think. Recently, my body went into shock. Then, I had an actual real-life shock. Then, I said, well fuck-it, what do writers do when everything goes to shit? We write. I’m used to theContinue reading “Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.”

Writing on Valentine’s Day

I was young. My yellow room was lit in a hazy filter of sunlight, that somehow ended up muted despite the colour-match. The curtains were open because I had been sitting on the cold, deep, white window ledge, looking out at the dark water again last night. I turned around and gasped. A teddy-bear, aContinue reading “Writing on Valentine’s Day”

Writing for Instagram

I began a new challenge in my writing journey: setting up a poetry instagram (@nyxilotbiscuit). In a past life, I was vaguely annoyed by Instagram poetry, it made me feel like short sentences that were really just phrases of frustration or glee were being placed on a literary pedestal – somewhere, that, maybe they shouldn’tContinue reading “Writing for Instagram”