जानकी/زكيه

Takashi Yasumura, from the series ‘Nature Tracing’, 2003 I can’t forgive myself. I can’t bring myself to understand why I make mistakes when I always know better. Everyone else forgives me, why can’t I? I have to take Mondays off because Sunday is my most hectic work day. Monday mornings I spend scolding myself about fucking up, saying the wrong words, doing the wrong things throughout the…

The Lady with an Ermine (Cecilia Gallerani), 1490, Leonardo Da Vinci My mother and I are not friends. We’re not friendly either. We’re hardly mother and daughter. Years and years apart have brought us to this point. Just last week we sat next to each other at an Italian restaurant for my brother’s birthday dinner; it was painful. I didn’t have anything to say. I kept dipping under-baked bread…

Eye of Maria Miles Heyward, Edward Greene Malbone, ca. 1802 My best friend and her sister are children of immigrant parents. My best friend’s sister has announced to her family that she is in a serious relationship with a man of a different ethnicity to theirs. This announcement has been going on for over a year, I believe. I want to champion her courage. There are about a million voices in…

love.tumblr.com I’m trying to bring more things into my comfort zone. I find this exercise a little less daunting than stepping out of my comfort zone. Stepping out implies leaving all my comfortable things behind and venturing out into places where I am stark, ashamed, hurt before getting hurt. Humbling myself in front of my students is one of those things. Asserting dominance among people who…

source : cat-on-cocaine.tumblr.com I’m choosing to feel out my tiredness this week. Life doesn’t allow any down time naturally, I have to schedule it out. I guess you could say the menses it’s a natural way to give yourself a break but society doesn’t see it that way. I’m a part of society, the thing with just one collective brain, not a million individual ones. During the time I take for…

The christmas decoration on the neighbor’s front lawn have the same silhouette as did their halloween decor. The snowman and the white reindeer look exactly like the ghost and three gravestones from where I stand on the front porch. With my glasses on they may have looked very different but what my eyes naturally see are the blurred antics of the world. I quite enjoy seeing the soft imaginations…

picture : Wing of a Blue Roller, 1512, Albrecht Durer

winged angel, winged angel

wings spanning ether to ether

all horizons, all skies,

clouded by empyrean feather.

Poem Zakyya Kenny