As the people demanded,
I rented out an apartment.
Not particularly lavish or large,
But that’s just how it started.
The demand kept growing,
So I gave out a little more space,
As long as they locked up,
I was content; a servant to grace.
As the bodies grew thicker,
I had nothing left to give,
They were banging on the doors,
Encroaching on how I could live.
I knew they would break out,
Insisting more and more,
Marching on the streets,
Commencing a civil uproar.
The whole area was occupied, No room left to think, I should have acted…
vessel for wondrous,
beauty in the uncomely
nudge to heed the hint
For me, the use of the fruit fly in science is a reminder to look deeper into the beauty that is the natural world. On the surface, fruit flies and their relatives appear to be annoying and insignificant. Despite this, apart from their use in the labs, they are responsible for pollinating plants, decomposing dead organisms, and act as biocontrol agents feeding on pests. We have so much to learn from the smallest of our critters on earth.
Studying medicine, I was constantly amazed by how intricate and…
Drinking a wine on an empty belly,
In waft the fumes of the pork belly,
I sway into the tree,
Fall into a pile of debris,
Thank God they’re all watching telly.
After a faint knock at the door,
Like soldiers marching off to war,
They make their way in,
With beer, wine and gin,
We eat until we cannot eat anymore,
Time to pass around the presents,
I shake for a clue of the contents,
Are they socks,
Or maybe some jocks,
The most important of all sacraments.
I stumble around in my new loafers, The family passed out…
Taking a moment to reflect on the year, I realised that it’s been a year of big screen time. I no longer really desire to watch yet another Netflix series, and that’s because I’ve watched so many this year.
It got me thinking, I know I have watched a lot this year, but which ones? They seem to have all blurred into one. Nothing too impressive I guess.
My mind turned, and I had a memory of two years ago. A weekend away camping. How vivid those memories are. Walking along the coast through the trees. Reaching the top of…
Writing about the world and how I fit into it. Lover of languages and literature