Existently.

I was introduced to jazz singer Stacey Kent through a compilation of her song's lyrics in a bookstore, which intrigued me simply because the lyrics were written by author Kazuo Ishiguro, several of whom's (?) novels I have read. The lyrics were insightful and varied, transporting me to various times and places with their simple yet effective descriptions. When I left that store, I resolved to listen to the songs and I was not disappointed. Kent's smooth performances of emotion combined with apt instrumentals meant several of those tracks immediately made their ways onto my playlists. Now, several years later, I still listen to her work frequently - especially The Changing Lights, one of such collaborations with Ishiguro. 

It's been a while since I posted, but I'm glad to be back! The days aren't quite as consistently grey as they were in the fall, but that just makes my mood oscillate even more between the clear skies and rainy afternoons. A poem inspired by moments when monotony dulls even your own sense of emotion, when sadness and joy blend into one.

A quiet lament for the end of the year.

A poem inspired by icons, lost history, and many famous museums.

Inspired by a morning drive on an extremely hazy day. Unnaturally beautiful.

Inspired by time travel, ecological destruction, and unexpectedly chilly beach trips.

Inspired by a summer vacation, getting lost in large crowds, and what counts as a post-apocalyptic world. 

Inspired by walking in a small-ish public park with beautiful, towering trees. As I approached the path's end, I found myself longing not to go back into the rush of cars and pavement.

Inspired by indifference, cat behaviour, and the local birds.

Written in response to a hatred of grass lawns and sudden obsession with underused urban spaces. Working on improving my prose. Unfortunately I couldn't find an image of an actual hellstrip in my photos, so here's another nice flower picture that shows what hellstrips could be. 

Inspired by misleading brand slogans,  "Ozymandias", and city vacations. While the execution isn't the best, the central metaphor is one of my favourites.

A poem inspired by a very ordinary walk. I intended to practice using short lines when writing this piece and I'm quite happy with how it turned out! :)