Peace.

Written some time this year… I stand out on a pier which stretches out from the garden of a house I will probably never return to and look out onto a lake. The rains have begun – it poured in fits and starts the entire trip here, like a sputtering shower. Above me, the clouds…

That day, that day I lay down beside myself…

Some songs just sing your soul. That Day (A Moment of Clarity) That day, that day What a mess what a marvel I walked into that cloud again And I lost myself And I’m sad, sad, sad Small, alone, scared Craving purity A fragile mind and a gentle spirit That day, that day, What a…

The Proposal

…to my best friend, who told me she would marry me if we were both single at 60. The Proposal When we’re 60 and wrinkly and funny and old, We’ll get married – and how everybody will scold! We’ll be the scandal of Colombo (or should we move out of town?) There’ll be finger-pointing in…

A Presentation: The Lure of the Blogosphere

NOTE: This was a presentation I gave at the PANOS-hosted workshop for female journalists, under the theme “Skills Building in New and Alternative Media” on the 3rd of October 2009. THE LURE OF THE BLOGOSPHERE: Blogging as a journalist, woman and individual in Sri Lanka. I’m supposed to speak to you on blogging and the…

Grace

Human Being Four, by feunS Mud. All over her shoes, dripping off the edges of her trousers. Grace grimaces and kicks her feet, sending her sodden shoes rolling sluggishly away from her. Tom watches her entry, annoyed already. “You’re leaving dirt everywhere” he remarks. “Bite me” she mutters darkly and stomps her way past him…