Month: April 2020

pandemic as portal

pandemic as portal   ‘What is this thing that has happened to us? It’s a virus, yes. In and of itself it holds no moral brief. But it is definitely more than a virus. Some believe it’s God’s way of bringing us to our senses. Others that it’s a Chinese conspiracy to take over the Read More

in a dark time

in a dark time   For various reasons, I’ve been unable to finish any more of the writings I’ve been working on.  This poem seemed a particularly fitting – and superior – substitute. To me, it captures the sense of a potentially creative space that we, humankind, find ourselves in and that we might refind Read More

the day my voice broke

the day my voice broke (2008) i told her i knew it was over. i went home; a place i shared with a lover i did not love. i sang to remain, but my throat declared its pain. released, eased, my heart unblocked; unlocked, I became a woman.       © 2020 Shyama Persaud Read More

a dream life

a dream life Below is my all-time favourite quote. I love quotes. I really do. So much so that I created a ‘quotabase’ ten years ago containing around 150 morsels of wordy deliciousness. I rediscovered it recently and have a mind to try and add to it as many of those I’ve discovered since; a Read More

burn, baby, burn

burn, baby, burn I’ve just finished watching Birmingham Royal Ballet – Home from Home on BBC iPlayer, part of a BBC Arts Culture in Quarantine showcase. My jaw muscles got a good workout from stuffing my face with stir fried rice whilst witnessing 20+ professional dancers take part in one of their daily online classes Read More

so not bored was I

so not bored was i I love this song but also the roughly hewn quality of the video with its endearingly wonky performance… He looks like a busy university lecturer who’s just returned from popping outside for a post-lunch fag to squeeze in a quick jamming sesh with his technician housemate in the Faculty Read More

chewing gum balloons

chewing gum balloons “We never listened to my mother and always insisted on swallowing the chewing gum     thinking that it might, one day, become a balloon that would transfer us to God.” Yousif M. Qasmiyeh   Yousif is a poet, Arabic translator and academic. He was born and raised in a refugee camp. I Read More