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This house

This house

Empty now

Once filled

With this

Life

Now memories

Things still strewn

Around

A stereo

A toaster

Wind blowing

Old crackling

Papers

There’s

A bookshelf

Of crystal

Creatures

A lavendar

Sofa

Still here

I stay solo

A ghost

&

One brisk

Cold day

I venture

Out to haunt

The town

For all

The wrong

Those there

Have done

The house

Knows

the stories

&

It sends me

On my way

When I return

From

My poltergeist

Life

At the end

Of the day

Vapour tea

&

Ghost toast

Await me

&

Me & this house

We continue on

Living after

Our secrets

Gone

We

Still

Together

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Of laughter

She falls to the floor, continuing to snort with laughter. The dog excitedly wags their tale, content & alert. The room is filled with an air of sparkle & joy.

It hasn’t always been this way. Your eyes crinkle inn glee. You  as animated even more by her pleasurable reactions.

You go on with the story. Something about a laundry card, a machine & an opinionated onlooker; the anecdote of the day which brought that absurd moment to you here when you needed it.

The story is perhaps less important than the enthusiastic telling, & the much needed break from a long sorrow, a tension of many losses. Here’s a gain. Laughter is always a gain.

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: snort


Featured image by  Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Hand writings

I still think about it

But it just doesn’t mean much

Anymore

~○~

I got my songs back

That was important

~○~

What is

A singer

After all

Without

Their

Songs

Lyrical me

I shared my art

With you

In dances

& bird

Melodies

~○~

Have you lost

The centre

Of you

The core

The fire

Of you

The ignited

Elements

Of you

I ask 

Because

To write

you know

Like that

Like how

We aspire to

You do

Need

Those things

You need to

Go there

Even if only

Sometimes

You know

When you can

~○~

& I never knew

& I never knew

& I never knew

~○~

Sometimes

When I think

About you

I still feel

Such a deep

Reaction from

Where those

Wounds reside

Otherwise mostly

I’m to terms with it

That stark feeling

Of overcoming

Not quite relief

But resigned

Slightly sad

Acceptance

Of fate

~○~

I got my words back

I was worried about that

~○~

My poetry is 

All grown up

Now & it

Is on its

Way &

In its

Life

~○~

At that point

It was all messy

Hand writings

New beginnings

Now

My words have

Changed

Sharper

Instilled

After you

Loved them

Awhile

& after

I thought

I’d lost them to you

& like coming back from

The brink of death

I live my songs now as if

They’re having

Their last breath

~○~

I never wish trauma

Upon anyone

As any kind of

Lesson because

That’s not

How things

Work

Though

Such loss

In me

Bleeds

All this

The words

Can hardly

Be denied

~○~

New beginnings

Of things feared gone

In small deaths

Along the way

They take on

Lives themselves

As I continue

Leaving mine

Words

Lost

Returning

Take on

A life of

Their own

& survive

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured photo by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Pink unicorn: micro-fic

Image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

The apartment is stifling. No a/c. It is one of the hottest days of a heatwave. Too hot to think. He’s not home at least. You need a few things. You have to leave the little old bright green-eyed grey cat, whom everyone mistakes for a kitten, for now. Only […]

Pink unicorn: micro-fic

© Niliema Karkhanis

Pink unicorn: micro-fic

 Image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

The apartment is stifling. No a/c. It is one of the hottest days of a heatwave. Too hot to think. He’s not home at least. You need a few things. You have to leave the little old bright green-eyed grey cat, whom everyone mistakes for a kitten, for now. Only for now.

That’s all you’ll think about for days. Knowing she’s missing you & scared. Easier to worry about the cat than yourself right now.

You pack some clothes, some sketchbooks & a pink unicorn stuffed animal.

This is the last time you’ll see the inside of this place. You are leaving for good.

In a hurry, you look back around only to wave to the cat, neither of you wanting to meet eyes; as you hold the soft unicorn close to your heart & run down the long flight of stairs. You’ll be back for her. She knows. You know.

You exit & breathe the hot heavy air. Your bus will arrive soon at the corner. You make your way.

© Niliema Karkhanis

They stood at the edge of the world 

They stood at the edge of the world  & opened a small container

Inside a light and a song Inside all the questions And all of the answers Inside all the noise

And all the silence

How could something so small and simple Something at the edge of time and space

Hold everything

& hold […]

They stood at the edge of the world 

💜 You leave it in the corner 💜

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television […]

You leave it in the corner

© Niliema Karkhanis

You leave it in the corner

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television because they don’t want to hear that. 

Impermanence is the thing we’re all ignoring while it’s happening all around us. 

There’s nothing to disagree about between you & them. So why not question existence? This is how people pass the time isn’t it?

You take up painting not long after that. And they slowly move out over the last few weeks of the month. It was a gradual move. You hardly notice until years later.

After those years go by, you find yourself remembering past times. Nostalgia comes around now & again, mostly because things have changed with you kind of pretending nothing could. It was like you couldn’t face it.

Then you notice little things about yourself; changes which accumulate over time, while you are trying to forget yourself altogether. Things which aren’t obvious. Suddenly you are curious about yourself because you realize enough time has passed & you remember yourself. 

You decide you are there & you need to walk away from the ghost. So you mark time in journals, pay attention to how you like things, remember your favourite everything. You live again. Somehow.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Under the incendiary

Photo by Luck Galindo from Pexels

under the incendiary blaze of the night sky

the air is not charred

it is clear & smells fresh like night rain

everything glowing

beings gathered around 

to watch the blazing sky 

changing colours

it was peaceful

& the next day 

there would be calm

everyday after the blaze they noticed they were different. lighter. alive. but walking was over. only floating. life in the ether.

floating takes getting used to. that’s not news. no more loudness.

birds. to move with them. alongside them. as quickly as them. birds. 

the dragon really was the visitor. it’s not a dream anymore.

air on fire is iridescent. melted mineral haze. there is a sun. the sun shines blue into eternal pearlescence.

this place is so pretty that if you go here, nothing really has meaning. but for a change this is a good thing. fire skies don’t tell lies.

they feel your body change as the smoke takes shape inside of them.

© Niliema Karkhanis

All the wires

Photo by Ekrulila from Pexels

If i had one last song to write, I’d follow the story of every wire in the world. Not only what they emit. But what they hear.

After all they are taking all the energy of the earth and transmitting it. To like all over the place. We wish we could move the speed of waves and rays, but maybe that’s just because we aren’t them.

I run out of battery but the world is always on and that’s life’s most meaningful contradiction don’t you think? That everything is finite and infinite at the same time. No one really tells you that. Because they think you won’t believe it. Or what if you do? 

We are always beginning and ending again. Always. Every end has a start. Yes. Even an end has a start.

Yet nothing comes around quite the same way. Or else. Nothing would ever change. And change is everything.

That last song it might be the last but once you make a sound, it’s out there. It made things move. It made things change.

Even noise is life. Even noise is life. Not everything can be ordered or timed.

I would follow the trajectory of every last wire on the earth. I would tell every single one of their stories. The energy carriers. The live wires. The ones who had secret messages.

© Niliema Karkhanis https://link.medium.com/KDU8VV72Tdb