Once upon a frightful year When I was but a babe I forsook the nine month timeline And decided to escape   To follow my example then My lungs refused to breathe And to keep my tiny heart afloat They placed me on machines  …

Tenth picture on my phone Is a beautiful painting By an artist who paints with her fingers, Not brushes- Lata Balakrishna; And here she has carved out a fort In beige and ochre Under purple-blue skies, Wearing Of all things – A rich green wall,…

Hello again God- I’m sorry that I haven’t talked to you much recently Been thinking that I could handle things on my own again. I’m coming to you tonight God Because I’m disturbed at the recent turn of events in this nation. In this world,…

I heard your call before you appeared mystical bird of the north. Your haunting, plaintive song echoed across the still lake.   Striking a regal pose, head held high, in formal black and white attire, your doppelgänger perfectly reflected in the water.   You called…

A Manananggal is a half-bodied lady with a giant wings of bat She hunts for pregnant women who are sleeping in the huts A Tikbalang is a human with a body of a horse I know that you’re already familiar with centaurs And a Kapre…

The witch of the wood Isn’t wicked, she is blessed to be our guardian

Prompts For Hour Fourteen Text Prompt “Tell me an old story (like a folktale from your culture, a fairytale you heard when you were young or a story passed down in your family). You can give it your own twist as well.” Prompt submitted by…

‘We’re gathered here today,’ he says (you try not to roll your eyes) you’ve better things to do, you’re sure than to hear him eulogise Like blowing out candles, or ruffling hair and trying to make the most of all the things you can get…

You see, the chair, its broken now. Got it for free, when the old lady down the hill passed away. A nice chair it was, pure mahogany. Someone broke it. No one knows, no one saw, how it happened. My bet is on him, that…

“Last night, I dreamed that we all got fired!” We all laughed at the absurd idea Strenuous hours, understaffed, unsupported We made the best of it we could The next morning, the phone ran The dream became a premonition “They fuckin fired me” “They’re calling…