May 28, 2011

Settling down here hasn’t been easy – and that comes from someone who wasn’t expecting a fairytale to begin with. Still, I have to say I wasn’t prepared for how difficult it would be. A lot of the time it was like I was watching myself from a distance, with a growing sense of alarm…

Lift-off; touch-down.

The plane purred into the humid early morning air, as if it was rousing itself in preparation for the journey ahead. Strapped not-so-comfortably into my seat, I was doing exactly the opposite. Literally minutes away from lift-off, I was plagued by a sudden and unfamiliar urge to run back the way I came. I plugged…

Rebirth

Originally published on Groundviews. I haven’t been reading the news much lately. I heard about the floods in the East and North Central Province and thought abstractly to myself, ‘how awful’. I watched the downpour in Colombo itself and complained about the shivering cold of that one day during which temperatures fell to 18 degrees…

The stars have it… or do they?

Marry Me Young, by PlayPretend There’s just something about storybook fortune-tellers, isn’t there? Whether they are men or women, young or old; whether they read stars, tarot cards, palms or crystal balls, they all seem ageless somehow; and beautiful, and wise. The idea of being able to read signs off of people and nature and…

ICE

(Written a while ago but probably just as – if not more – relevant today…) Ice Heart, by Happy Tea The block of ice was determined. It could survive – even in this heat. If it just gathered its resolve and stayed frigid, things would be alright. The sun would be a forgotten enemy, and…

Feet

For Sumani Sumani in Anuradhapura, Sept 2010 – just 3 months before her passing.   A house – not empty But left cold by your absence Chills me more than the Weather outside. . I step inside, And feet already cold from the outdoors Get colder still Despite safe haven from the wind. I take…

New Year; Start; Life.

By bekahx3 2011, folks. 8 days in, my year feels wide open. I am unemployed and on the verge of a huge move out of the country – perhaps for good – and right now, it feels like my life could go in just about any direction. It’s an exhilarating feeling but one that’s laced…

Remembering to Remember

I’m listening to music that is all levels of bad. For one thing, it’s Australian. For another, it’s from the (very) early 90s. AND it’s a girl band. Singing pop. But I’m honestly loving it. The music reminds me of that incredibly pure time in my life – when I was living in Sydney with…

walk-around city.

Rain, by Deshan colombo, i wish i could walk around you. on a whim, on a fancy. on a silly dream, to wherever you’ll take me. . i wish i could walk your streets, and get to know you; take pictures of your secret places, your three million hidden faces. . i wish you weren’t…

Ode to Yoga

8 am, and it’s an effort to crack my eyes open to the sunlight streaming in from my transparent curtains. I fumble around for my phone – I know I’ve left it somewhere, either under my pillow or on the growing pile of books beside my mattress. The time tells me I should get up,…

Meat

The pigs wait. Fat pink hides slap against one another as they jostle in the heated shadow of their pen. There is no sound outside but death stagnates the air in their nostrils. And when the door opens, panic aids their capture. Out front, a woman wrinkles her nose at a smell no one but…

An affair to remember

She aches for me, and I for her. The day passes in a haze of impatience for light to leave the world to darkness. For as soon as the shadows fall, my little girl runs to take me to her bed. And under crisp, rustling sheets we watch each other: she, as I dance for…