Armineonila M.'s Blog, page 4
October 22, 2015
Lines of Lila: Art gallery and boutique. Opening soon!
September 4, 2015
Waiting for a good home. Bed bugs.
Speak wide. Mouth of a tunnel.
Brush shoulders like we’re comrades.
Beat the beats of cult fiction.
Believe friendship is a staple.
It’s a dirt we share.
Ever barefooted the huddles of the city?
Our eyes both swallowed the disease.
“Life is a currency, yes?” Experts say.
“Agony is business.” Ibid.
Let’s talk culture and drink beer.
VIPs don’t buy words. Not from copper pages.
A brown woman is a brown woman.
A black woman is a black woman.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
It’s a...
August 21, 2015
Dreams
I scoured the room
to find you gone
for a while
or in a minute
or when my eyes
pull their shutters down
to sketch a snapshot
of you
that’s gone.
It’s as though
sharp edges
found their way
intoyou.
But I sing your name
in my dream
and the wounds
run dry.
Armineonila M. 2011
Tagged: literature, poem, poetry
July 25, 2015
Legacy
Inside the edifice lurks
a felony in hiding,
but reach deep down
the politics of itspocket,
a wasteland crouches
loathing an earshot away
the brasscasket,
a starving sense of justice, asses
and potatoes saddled
over the servants’ wages.
Armineonila M.
July 2015
Tagged: entitlement, literature, Migrant, migrant workers, poem, poetry, privilege, slavery, workers
Selfie
I like me
amillion
fingers
Armineonila M, July 2015
Tagged: 21st century, contemporary, digital, election, facebook, generation, haiku, literature, modern, poem, poetry, politics, social media, technology, twitter
Muse in pixels
Lost in real-time.
Scour.
A fortress of clouds.
And there sat xyr.
Troll-feeding, uploading.
A gigabyte collective.
Cranking up the keyboard, xe.
Bid me sniff this diffusion.
Upgrading.
Armineonila M., July 2015
Tagged: liberation, literature, modernism, muse, poem, poetry, technology
July 18, 2015
Mundane
The distance between their sanity
and winter, is their ears pinned
to cackling bogeymen on podiums,
spewing rabies on the microphone.
Fools buy the viral lie.
They, too, thought friendship is a list
and wear a new language, probably a second,
third, learnt from ranking tongues, boxing races,
licking white ice cream, factory flavoured.
Pleas lean on cold shoulders.
They’re neither Barney nor Elmo,
but got time for niceties, in random verse,
begging for likes or celebrity comments,...
Tour de farce
How gaah, the poem
that butchered a piece of wisdom,
an inch of a syllable;
then buried a piece of truth
in a selfie of words –
the masturbation of the trivial,
essence be gone.
“Feign solidarity, y’all,
and hashtag empathy!”
The bard in LV flip flops
kicked the muses’ asses
for auld lang syne’s sake:
“J***-us, burn the Burns
for a good ol’ LOL’s sake!”
Blame the witches,
you know, like they were kings
we’ve caught in a battle of wifis
that sustains the haut monde,
umm, gerber-suckli...
April 29, 2015
The Vegan Way in Kuwait
The Vegan Way in Kuwait by Armineonila M. Friday Times (Kuwait Times),
Dec. 26, 2014, pp. 6-7.http://news.kuwaittimes.net/26th-dec/
Tagged: abolitionism, abolitionist vegan, animal emancipation, animal rights, culture, Friday Times, intersectionality, Kuwait, Kuwait Times, Kuwait Vegan Society, vegan, veganism
