That Enchanted Place

The world was hers for the writing...

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A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by

One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

His work must have influenced a whole generation. RIP

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The Bridal Lament

My hands with henna would you

bind. Intimacy’s liquid tragedy, seeping

form of kohl adornment. 

Soul wrapped at cusp with ma’s filigree veil,

grandmother’s first; bought then beyond

virginal dawn unrelated

to your mark gleaming upon 

collarbone. Begin -

a drunk boxed out of Delhi

pawning twenty carat bangles for sampling claret

and cobalt, sweet of Eid.

Middling, father dearest.

Slightest enunciation 

upward compelling maternal feet to run

voice filling physicality’s crevices.

Sister, babe, learning (all of

seven) to see with clarity

the invisible bruise.

And when the light is low,

you all conspire to spring a husband upon

a prodigal, proverbial Nineteen. 

The ellipses of stories own

muffled by thoughts

of blue moon reputation…

So we conclude with me

the coward, jaundiced eyes

and jasmine hair prostrated

within bloodline trap.

Burn out all stars,scorch the breeze 

til silvered.

Such a blaze could save us now.

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Stay out of the sun:
we can all see you. Stop picking fights
above your weight. We’ve this high

golden bowl of heather and moss
company of whaups and cries and
mutters in the wind; the long

draught of islands

and blinding sea.

Shelter in the hoodoos and pluck
your fur - fine smelt caught on heather
and shining reeds -

ruing it as I do, this flying
gleaming floss snatched back
and spent by the wind.

Freeze when the sunlight hits you

you’re not invisible. Scratch off

your dreamcoat of silver money.
Rest downwind in the sun. Run
double-jointed when the valley dims.

The Moult, Jen Hadfield

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zamirarahim:

Blossoming butter coloured flowers usher in Vishu, the Keralite New Year beginning with the zodiac sign of Ashwini. The Golden Shower, cassius fistula to the pedantic and kanni konna to everyone else, is the state flower, carrying with it the dreams of thirty million citizens. This waterfall of colour is to many the epitome of new beginnings, good luck and a very Indian auspiciousness. In most households the tree is placed the night before at the fore of bedrooms, so when eyes open these rather ostentatious yet charming blooms are the first sight of the New Year.
For anyone who needs or welcomes a New Year, Happy Vishu.

zamirarahim:

Blossoming butter coloured flowers usher in Vishu, the Keralite New Year beginning with the zodiac sign of Ashwini. The Golden Shower, cassius fistula to the pedantic and kanni konna to everyone else, is the state flower, carrying with it the dreams of thirty million citizens. This waterfall of colour is to many the epitome of new beginnings, good luck and a very Indian auspiciousness. In most households the tree is placed the night before at the fore of bedrooms, so when eyes open these rather ostentatious yet charming blooms are the first sight of the New Year.

For anyone who needs or welcomes a New Year, Happy Vishu.

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The Anti-Love Interest

Every so often two people, meant to be in a parallel path or alternate universe, collide. Having done so and bemused by the vestiges of chemistry between them, they settle into a close and tense and always platonic friendship. Afterwards Jaya thought of Omar and Hannah as such a pair. But the latter would, for a long while, retain a fondness for young men in cricket whites.

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melika-elena asked: 2, 4, 6, 11

juniorstarcatcherfiction:

2. Is there a ship/show for whom/which you are interested in writing yet are intimidated to try?

Shameless is a big one! I love the canon, but I’m afraid that delving into Lip Gallagher’s fandom might be a bit much for me to handle.  I’m also really intimidated to step into The Newsroom fandom.  I love it so much, but I’m always afraid I can’t live up to that Sorkinian dialogue!

4. Which of your stories would you most like to see made into a movie?

THIS IS REALLY HARD.  I feel like most of my stories aren’t interesting?  They’re so weirdly character driven that I’m not sure they’d make good movies.  But… Hm… Maybe Load the Dice?  Directed by Spike Jonze? Or Sofia Coppola?  

6. Are there writers from other fandoms whom you admire? If so, whom?

In other fandoms? Um, @zamirarahim in the Newsroom fandom is BREATHTAKING and also breath giving because man oh man are those stories wonderful.  In my fandoms, melika-elena, madgesundersee, blackinnonftw, and more and more and more are wonderful and beautiful and perfect and I CANT CHOSE FAVORITES everyone is so good at the thing

11. Have you ever created alternate versions of your own stories? Are there any you are tempted to write?

I have thought about alternate versions, particularly of a story like Load the Dice, which had SUCH an unpopular ending! :)

So I’m taking a possibly foolish chance and assuming that’s me - in which case thanks so much!

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