• Poetry- A December Dream

    Poetry- A December Dream

    As December came knocking on the door, and the year slowly came to the beginning of the end, I realized just how swiftly a year flies by. Each year, leaving something behind for us to remember, collecting the memories like snow globes, so that we, every once in a while, can revisit what was, but…

  • 10 Frosty Flicks to Heat Up Your Winter Watchlist

    10 Frosty Flicks to Heat Up Your Winter Watchlist

    ‘Tis the season for winter movies. Falalalalalalalala! The cold weather finally rolled in, and it’s time to get cozy with your blanket, your mug of hot chocolate, and your pet or significant other or just yourself to cuddle with. Now, the only thing missing is a good winter movie. Basically, winter movies are anything that…

  • Poetry- The Senses Between

    Poetry- The Senses Between

    In between frail moments in time, I feel your particles dance with mine. Within fractured fractals of seconds, I hear your light shine with brilliant song. Through rolling boulders of minutes, I see our heartbeats build on bedrock joy. Amid showering meteors of hours, I smell your voice hum with rain-soaked pine. As these moments…

  • Winter Blues

    Winter Blues

    The earlier the sky becomes dark The sooner it breaks my heart No more late nights in the garden, BBQs with friends, or Theatre in the park The colder night’s approach Coughs, colds, and flu start doing their rounds Halloween events and Guy Fawkes night All things you start looking forward to Then good old…

  • Reminiscing School And University During The Fall Season

    Reminiscing School And University During The Fall Season

    The turning of the leaves and the imminent cold weather always meant one thing for me; the beginning of the first semester of university. With this came perilous assignments and deadlines but also seeing my friends who either went back home out of my city during summer. In this article, I’ll be reminiscing back to…

  • Prose- Respect The Locals

    Prose- Respect The Locals

    Waves break against tattered rocks, their rhythmic roars echoing like a heartbeat against the sand. Each swell captures a fleeting moment before retreating– leaving behind a mosaic of seaweed, shells, and driftwood, treasures scattered from the ocean’s depths. Sunlight dances upon iridescent waters, shimmering flashes spinning tales too ancient to recount. Children squeal with delight…

  • Poetry- I Want To Live Somewhere

    Poetry- I Want To Live Somewhere

    I want to live somewhere else. Not in the city or here; Not in the town or that village; Not even over there. I want to live somewhere else. Not where pitched, the tent of sorrow; Not where hearts are starved of love. Not where there’s no promise of the morrow. I want to live…

  • The Holiday Season

    The Holiday Season

    The days get shorter, and the nights get longer. I feel myself slowly changing with the weather. The thoughts of the warm sun cascading onto my skin are now only a memory. There are many different moments I cherish from each fall and winter. I think about the times we spent together—Christmas lights, snowball fights,…

  • Poetry- The Unseen Journey

    Poetry- The Unseen Journey

    I see myself smiling at the mirror I can’t tell if that’s how I really feel. I close my eyes, Tears start racing down my face. I feel the pain slowly stabbing my cheeks Making my eyes burn each time I blink. My lips shatter like pieces of glass every time I try to speak.…

  • Poetry- The Serpent’s Sting

    Poetry- The Serpent’s Sting

    Greed A serpent lurking underneath, Amongst his brethren He never sleeps On his skin lies dwell The more he has The less he’s satisfied Greed A killer amongst men, His daggers pierce deeper than most His voice is disguised in honey Beware of these tools His name alone is a trap Lions embrace his traits.…

  • Poetry- Distances We Are Apart

    Poetry- Distances We Are Apart

    I don’t want to leave you The thought alone fills me with fear, I am afraid to lose you, To let you slip away, disappear. I don’t want to drift away from you, Your heartbeat is the rhythm of my days, Because if only you truly knew, How endlessly I love you in  countless ways.…

  • The Season Of Harvest

    The Season Of Harvest

    You know it’s that time of year when you open the windows early in the morning, you take in a cleansing breath, or go for an early morning walk, and the air smells different. There is a crispness in the air.  The smell of soil seems to invade the senses. Science says it depends upon…