Writing by Moonlight

where does body begin

to touch the soul

the last iota of healing

before the death of a bloody scar

nakedness … is not simply skin

it is sometimes when in the shower

i feel the inexplicable tear

in the fabric of me that the wind found

& sent sun-parched leaves

tumbling inside

like duck feather, all the water slides away

vulnerable to the fates that bind me

suspended in time

feet dangling, when

i am a child of the earth

teeth gritted, hands clenched

i will break free


Unpublished Work © 2018 Devina Singh

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Eyes and ears, m’dear

Here’s my latest scratchings over at the esteemed Poet’s Blog. Check us out, there’s such diversity abound you’re sure to find something that’ll make you smile.

Poet's Corner

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

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About this blog: Direction

Dearest Reader,

This is a letter to you. I’ve done something to this effect before, and in those missives I thanked you for your following – though I suspect many had even forgotten that they had in the first place (and I don’t blame you). So I’ll do that again. Thank you. So much. Really, I’m continuously baffled that new  people still manage to stumble over here amidst the inactivity.

In the fever of my first blogging adventures I practically lived at HC&B. Churning out two to three posts a day, some of which I cringe to think about now, and lots in which I surprised myself with. I’d been about eighteen at the time I made this website, my first one. Today, I sit here at twenty-two. These days make me yearn for high school, where I’d rather do homework than be an adult. And ladies and gentlemen, that is saying something!

To get to the point, I feel guilty on two fronts: 1) to the blog itself that gave me a chance to explore the internet with even more curiosity, to doors revealing insights and opportunities to learn from this community. I shouldn’t give up on this education.

2) to you my followers, to those who have stuck it out with me and my pretty much random content. And to the new folks who decided to give this a chance.

Look. I know I might be over dramatizing this a bit. I mean, it only takes a second to click and follow and about five minutes to forget? Still, I think it’s important.

Concerning direction, I’ve never decided on specific content matter but what I wrote about included books, poetry, creative writing, some vaguely personal insights and a smattering of miscellany. I’m seriously considering writing about shows I’m watching and the languages I’m trying to learn.

Time has always stayed the same after everything else has changed, so I can’t mint any minutes or hours, but I’ll try to get gears turning again. For me, and for those who’d taken that second to click, and those of you who come to just window shop.




Define the time

You’re sitting somewhere by yourself. A table at a cafe or your kitchen or on a roof so high up. You think about the movement of time.

You are filled with this vulnerable sensation spreading from your center to all your limbs with the vivid realization you are wide open to anything and everything. It is in no way pleasant.

Your only defense? Pick a path any path. A road to walk with a purpose prominent in your stride or maybe a quiet confidence, knowing you have something in sight. Hold this close, grip it tight.

Yes you, sitting there looking out the window, over the many roof tops. These are the days that will define you. Better yet, seize this realized time and define it.