the postcard project

On my list of favourite things, personal challenges rank high. I don’t like when people challenge me to do something because invariably, I become nervous, then overthink it and end up messing up. But challenging myself? Yes, please! Everyday YWA challenge? Absolutely! Setting a timer for seven minutes then seeing how fast I can unpack…

chewy dumpling soup

Every culture has a dish that is a careful blend of ingredients and / or a demonstration of technique or skill. Curries, paella, roti or machboos, bouillabaisse and sushi – all fit into these 2 categories. Some dishes even require a blend of different items to create a single ingredient which is then used to…

afternoon rain

blue-grey afternoons hungry thunder, a heavy iron barrel rolling in the sky rain bathes dust awaycolours wake up – emboldened, bright While in the house, dark corners doze,waiting for tomorrow’s light

remember to fight

Doesn’t it feel like lately we’re living in a dystopian world? Humans have gotten so creative about the different forms of ‘ugly’ and hate we’ve been able to come up with – all intending to take power away from someone else. We’ve  really outdone ourselves. [Insert “slow clap” for us humans at this point.]   Sexism, racism, ageism…

who’s right?

There’s a rooster that lives across the arroyo.  There’s something a little off about him, though.  Before you think I’m being mean, let me explain.  It’s 7:24 pm as I write this, and he’s still crowing as heartily as if it were the crack of dawn. He starts crowing at around 5:30 am, like roosters…

dreams in yellow

our fat orange moon in an indigo skyhanging so low, from my hammock, my toes poke holes in it petrichor and heavy clouds floating bypuddles relax on grey pavements from afternoon storms shimmering asphalt, steam rising melted sun dripping down, trails of sweat sliding, sliding yellow, from here to where the eye can see

for no good reason

Certain things make me inexplicably sad. A couple examples? A ‘catch-all’ drawer, for instance.  We all have them in our houses.  (At least I do, and mine is a jungle!) If you have one, it’s probably in the kitchen.  Everything’s in there – from the odd pencil to rubber-bands. From Post-Its, with numbers and scribbled…

the colour of summer

What does summer mean to you? Warmth? Hotels? Beaches? Travel? To Guyanese, summer is known as “August holidays”.  Regardless of what it’s called, it’s when weeks stretch languidly into each other, the vacation all children dream of.  That feeling of what summer embodies starts in childhood and perhaps it never leaves us.  It’s the time…

voices

To date,  my closest friends came at the most integral points of my life. High school – one friendUniversity – two friends First (real) job – one friend Second job – one friend Five friends. Just so you know, these friends aren’t constant. They blow in for a visit, stay for a while, then they…

looking at glass

I’m sure you’ve heard people say, “I’m terrible at art.” Or, “I can barely draw a straight line.”  You may even be one of these people saying this yourself. Like with most other things, drawing comes with practice. I guess it’s just the law of probability. The more you do it the better you’ll become….