about a dozen timesnot realizing that I am still living between margined lines.The same story again and againlike a broken record.The same tale with the same endingwhich never gets any better.So I picked up another book on the shelfRead it once or twiceAnd noticing the blank pageswithout hesitationbegan to write. I wrote myself a libraryIContinue reading “i’ve picked up the same book”
Author Archives: Spriha Dharan
being
being is as simple as breathingis as simple as creatingis as simple as writing.being is as simple as believingis as simple as failingis as simple as tryingbeing is as simple as livingis as simple as losingis as simple as dyingbeing is as simple as lovingis as simple as hurtingis as simple as flying.
Girls Like Us
I first picked up this book when I was browsing through the library, searching for an unconventional read. Looking through the nutmeg nominees, I read the title and was instantly intrigued. The book starts off narrating the story of innocent Ola and Izella, two sisters growing up in southern Georgia. When Ola becomes pregnant, youngerContinue reading “Girls Like Us”
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F***
“…death is the light by which the shadow of all life’s meaning is measured” If I had judged this book by its cover, or its title for that matter, I would have never unlocked the treasure trove of knowledge within. As I flip through the pages of my copy, I am met with thousands ofContinue reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F***”
If I tell you the truth
by: Jasmin Kaur When I first picked up this book, I didn’t know what to expect. I have long been a fan of Kaur’s poetry-prose hybrid technique. Needless to say, I was riveted by the story of Kiran, a young girl fleeing from a traumatic experience, and unfavorable engagement in Punjab, to seek asylum, andContinue reading “If I tell you the truth”
The things you hate about yourself…
There is only one wolf…The story of the two wolvesis an old Cherokee legendtwisted from the gnarled fingersof the glitteringancient mind.But if every honeybee is blessed with a cursed stinger why do we sentence our Shadowselvesto swarm for eternityinside?I believe there is a fatalmonster that is silently lurking,underneath my iron bones and in my whistlingContinue reading “The things you hate about yourself…”
The Earth
The Earth let out an orgasm, shuddering into a moonless sky while the stars encircled her, like vultures scouting prey. The wolves writhed by dawnlight, set aflame by the sun, stumbling over starving whelps, and howling at the Day. Land eroded water, and the oceans drifted stangnant, without the moon’s eternal pull, its maternal wombContinue reading “The Earth”
God sent Me
I carry a peace of the universe in my heart. Gifted to me at my genesis I was told at the start that: I was a candle that would burn so bright only some would ever truly not-ice. And so, I clutch this flame in the palm of my hands burning my flammable skin. BecauseContinue reading “God sent Me”
Dear cursed you-ni-verse.
I don’t understand the purpose of this hurt. Me as you may my existence prays in the beast’s honed jaws. This boat shipwrecked on Ogygia’s breast. Broke her clavicle, suckled her nipples. Dry-ads damn my oars. Scylla’s sadism, stinging catechism. W-ar scintillates mor than Janus’s throes Marred by death’s own claws.
She is an Enchantress
Spindling heart strings on Silk spools And weaving them Into tapestries Her agate eyes Are finely carved by God’s platinum knife And she pierces the hearts Of those who covet her Like a trophy Barring her own Her maiden hair Cascades down the arch of Her back Ringlets and Rivulets in a Raveled and recedingContinue reading “She is an Enchantress”
Spilled Ink 