In an attempt to, Grow up, I perched on a hill, Made of bones and soil,
Willing ears
Words slip, and trail off your tipsy tongue, and land into my willing ears, ears that begin to chew down on every syllable, snapping your words in half, discerning the little halves. all edible, all delectable, and even though my body can't digest it all at once, I'll ask if you can talk a little …
Musk + Silt
Musk + Silt is an upcoming poetry debut, comprising of Nubian inspired poetry with themes of diaspora, immigration, loss and colour, playing heavily throughout each piece. Check out five poems from Musk + Silt now.
Henna
The acid travelled up her throat, And the henna wafted into her nose, As the hanana added the black ink to her concoction, To adorn the brides landscape. First time to let the henna touch her feet, Swirl around her heels and up her calves, Her mother claps to the beat, Rhythmically pounding the floor …
Lesson 21: Create Honestly
Honesty and creativity are linked. All linked in this fight for creative independence and freedom. In fact, all the lessons on The MicroRead are linked, that's just how life works. Kinda like those multivitamins you take, the all in one pills, you can't help but take more than one vitamin if you swallow the whole pill. …
Lesson 20: Decision-making
Should I get up and give my seat to this little ol' lady or should I pretend I'm asleep? Why is decision making so important? This is our take here at The MicroRead.
Lesson 19: Being stealth about progress
I'M BATMAN!.. ...Well I'm not really Batman but I wish I could work as quietly as he does. Somehow I let the idiots of Earth know what I'm up to. I'm not an avid Facebook status updateror, a Twitter nerd or a town cryer but somehow I can't keep my mouth shut about progress. The …
Lesson 18: Purpose
When we want to accomplish things, we tend to forget about why we're doing things. We just sense we have to do them. The most common example I can give you without losing you all, as I blabber on, is this statement/declaration: I need to be a millionaire. It's so easy to want wealth. So …
Lesson 17: The Solitude-Playtime balance
"One can acquire everything in solitude except character" - Stendhal I think I may be one of the biggest advocates for both solitude and playtime. Even as a kid, I enjoyed sitting in a corner where the moss grew, under the paper tree, drawing on the concrete with coloured chalk (milky blue was my fav). …
“For last year’…
"For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice" – T.S. Eliot, the American Playwright.
Lesson 16: Perspective
I owe this post to a man I have never met or seen. You may have already gathered that I sometimes find it difficult to keep my attention focused on one thing (that is, apart from writing). I’m kind of a magpie. I like jumping over to shiny things without realising the overflowing nest behind …
Lesson 15: Smart Thinking versus Intelligence
Don't get me wrong, a few days ago I thought smart thinking and intelligence were the same exact thing. Now imagine the amazement on my face when I realise they weren't. Now, I'm not to be blamed people! It's an easy mistake to make. I always thought that the intelligent and hard workers of this …
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Lesson 14: Focus
'like attracts like" It's essentially a belief or theory that you will attract what you are. So if we simply practice the essence of this phrase, I would think that a great deal of focus will attract focused and concentrated progression in your success journey. In short, don't faff about! You also attract what you …
Lesson 12: Organisation
If there were three sisters of the success family, I would think that: imagination would be the quirky daydreamer; hard work would hardly smile but secretly has fun and attracts a long list of people; and lastly organisation would be the boring, very neat sister, yet she is the glue that holds them together and …
Tailor
The unwanted tailor, Arch nemesis. to my inner childlike sailor.
Bumble
Bumble, I fumble, and try to chase the vicious words, that rumbled from my stomach, up my throat, and into our treasured jungle, our space, and I have to watch your face, tumble, tumble, that, my words stuck to you and forced the first piece of your smile to, crumble, crumble.
