Oct
23
and the past, it knocks on your door
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment
(2009)– beautifully, gently, gracefully the sun shines on the dew drenched droplets of petals of air brushed, pastel delicacies of nature’s painting an answer that must never be wrong this is what life is, a never-lasting moment of beauty grey, tarred pot-holed pavements of urine and spit dried gum in the gutters of the bustling, […]
Oct
7
static
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment
alarm buzzing water running toothbrush brushing bag zipper espresso maker keys turning in the lock doors opening the whooosh of the breeze greeting me shoes clicking ipod blasting or crooning, depends on what mood i wake up in sipping coffee texting clicking busses whirring children yelling parents chattering stores bustling cuckoo of the pedestrian light […]
Oct
4
I spy with my little eyes
Posted by: Natasha Chiang | October 4, 2011 | Leave a Comment
My eyes are drawn to the pile of CD’s, Surround by Jon Bauer/ Passion Awakening Concert/ Reconnect Me (talk by a youth pastor) and books of short essays, On Friendship by Montaigne/ The Wars by Timothy Findley, the order in which they’re stacked is a bitter reflection of what importance they hold in my life. […]