Tag: Bhutanese writer
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the writer i loved .
i once loved a writer till the day she put a bullet in her head. she did tell me she loved me too and often read Hemingway to me on soft sunday mornings. then on the day we got married she planted a bougainvillea tree in her mother’s garden.it was five summers ago. her mother,…
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Is this all the women I can be?
i am dead tired to my bones writing about women withered by life—who had her face in the cup of her beautiful bruised plams and cried for the yearnings she had to toss in the river. i am dead tired to my bones reading every poetic masterpiece about heart broken women.who can now only live…
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From a Gen z to a Gen z
I hope my generation heals from what broke them as a child growing up in between the love of their parents and the life given by the loud television set. ‘There is nothing wrong’ this phrase has been told and passed down for generations, when there was infact always something wrong with the world and…
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spring blues
“i think someone april. i think someone broke somebody’s heart in spring” i have forgotten how the flavour of coffee feels like. i can only stare at a young boy on the bus stand sipping Starbucks, its coffee, i can smell it—i miss it but i gave up caffeine long ago. like how i gave…
Prena Poetry 