do Lavz….two words

I call myself Some.....a simple 4 letter word. It means I am unspecified. Although I do mean things, they are just unspecified at the moment. These undefined things made up of a few outlines, include the undefined place I come from or the undetermined place of my origin or most importantly the unknown places I… Continue reading do Lavz….two words

Touchstone

The madman, his eyes gleaming and bloodshot, his muscles tense, sweat streaming down his face drives into the crowd. This haunting image is seen on screens, hundreds and hundreds of miles away almost instantly. Misery is not just surrounding us, it reaches us instantly on our screens through news channels, apps and alerts. Closer home,… Continue reading Touchstone

it found me

In the dusty bookshelf of a rare old bookshop, while looking for books on baking, Italian cooking, quick-prep dinner recipes and Jamie Oliver food porn, the most beautifully illustrated book of Rumi poetry lay waiting for me. Maybe it found me. Or I was ready to find it. In a home store filled with soft… Continue reading it found me