Monthly Archives: January 2014

A one man revolution

Posted on January 30, 2014 by subincontinentia

It was one of those days. You know the kind. When it’s all such an almightily boring effort. Another Groundhog Day especially tailored by London sleet and collective ennui. And then I saw him. Sitting on a pink plastic stool … Continue reading →

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The spam of loneliness: My dearest friend

Posted on January 24, 2014 by subincontinentia

This poem is made up of fragments cut from dozens of spam messages I received over the past month. I found myself sifting through them for some humanity I could connect with. In rearranging their words I felt like I … Continue reading →

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Protected: For Liz: the old ‘abandoned’ house

Posted on January 16, 2014 by subincontinentia

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Soul of the Buddha: Now considered lost

Posted on January 14, 2014 by subincontinentia

Two years ago, I was surfing the inter web in my apartment in Dharamsala, a hill town in northern India, while researching an article on Tibet. I happened upon a still from a silent movie that made me stop in … Continue reading →

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The shipping forecast: moderate or good

Posted on January 9, 2014 by subincontinentia

My mother was an avid radio listener, loyal to ‘The Archers’ and most of BBC Radio 4, and would turn on the radio when she was cooking or sleeping. As she got older, she cooked and slept less, but the … Continue reading →

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Rambo and me

Posted on January 6, 2014 by subincontinentia

Thailand, September 2012 His name was ‘Rambo’. Five tonnes of sentience with a nose of fuchsia freckles, ambling towards me with a look of moderate indifference—like he’d already eaten three just like me for breakfast. I considered taking my trembling … Continue reading →

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