Category Archives: Blue Funk

Ageing

Posted on May 17, 2017 by

Cities change. That familiar landmark next to the empty lot doesn’t look the same anymore now that the empty lot is a seven storied building. That’s what strikes me on Instagram. My city has changed. It’s no longer familiar. While … Continue reading →

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Posted in Blue Funk, Idle Thoughts | 2 Comments

Somebody to Love

Posted on December 26, 2016 by

The beauty about life is that you will always end up learning, and especially learning not to be a smug, superior, self-righteous prick. You think you will never have an affair with a loserly, married man, no, not you with … Continue reading →

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Parvati’s Grief

Posted on May 30, 2016 by

You lose a baby. The weight of that sentence is so heavy and thick with grief that the world tilts on its axis, and everything shifts. You can’t shift away from that numbing loss that makes you lose interest in … Continue reading →

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Relief

Posted on May 1, 2016 by

It’s round and innocuous at first. She says it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t do anything. She laughs and acts embarrassed if someone asks her about it. She is dismissive when anyone worries. She won’t see a doctor. There are more … Continue reading →

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Posted in Blue Funk, In Sickness and In Health | 4 Comments

Masturbation

Posted on February 26, 2016 by

At least they made me cum. The assholes I fucked Sometimes even loved. And then there was this one I just loved. Didn’t know how to stop. He killed time with me. Wrote me stories that I could build. With … Continue reading →

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Transaction

Posted on February 24, 2015 by

You gave me feathered pens, pendants, perfumes, a George Michael CD, purple orchids, tomes, that bag from Hidesign, drag queen costumes. I wore a diamond pin, red lipstick, satin weave, a lilac bra, no panties, high heels, that sidelong smile, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Blue Funk, Intoxication Induced | 2 Comments

On losing my car*

Posted on February 24, 2015 by

When I can no longer drive I smell the burnt winter in the air Leaving the city with a whispered breath. When I can no longer drive I see how this small city is Shape-shifting into a hollow giant. When … Continue reading →

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Posted in Blue Funk, Intoxication Induced | 2 Comments