You are dead, Tin. As dead as they are.

A conversation with an alien.
What is it then? That love you all talk about.

and so it is — the first morning of a brand new year
one none of us have seen before

How much do we know about it and why it matters? 

Or what happened after I published my first-ever article on the origins of wokeness.

Don’t worry; it is only poetry -:)!

Seeking better understanding.

Even if, like me, you try your best to hide from the constant influx of news, you’d be hard-pressed to avoid this week’s three major ones:

I saw you coming.
Dismounting by the old barn,
long burned and abandoned,
brushing the dust off the worn uniform
before walking up to the house.

Autumn has creased the edges of trees since the last time I looked.

Some cities have cold hearts, she said,
stone cold,
even in autumn,
when skies ripen with colour.

Today, the 6th of December 2022, marks exactly one month since I published my first-ever post on Medium.

When I was a gypsy, I walked,
with my mother and father and my brothers,
over meadows, lands, and rivers,

As I sit looking out of the window of the building,
I wish I do not have to sit in this cubical, far
above the street, and write an official-looking paper.

Japanese word kotodama or kototama means the soul living within the word.