Tag: Writing

  • Chopstick is Best For Healthy

    These photographs are by artist Martin Parr. They show the food cultures in the countries. They show Britain and Americas. My Chinese culture is same but different. We eat the bread but it is sweet. If Martin was to come and photograph the China there would be lots of meat as Chinese eat anything. There…

  • Miles Away from Baby

    I can still feel her fur, The silky velvet rising with her breath, Lying over those little ribs, With a snaggle and a lick, And a snout to the right.   Those miss you eyes reflect mine, The longer I’m gone the less she will want me, Longing to hold my baby, Selfish daddy.

  • Reflections on Existence, Whatever That Is

    I am unaware if this is how it starts, but if my memory serves me right, I’ll begin. People intertwine with us, as humans, they become part of who we are. Friends and lovers. We choose things together and i agreed to tour a Bombay slum. These loved ones, with whom i travelled take the…

  • the artist

    not 7teen of them please no. seventeen of them. Part pink and gold, yes but seventeen of them. Seventeen

  • And All Becomes Extinct

    Oh no, More than a blip. A mountain in landscape, Falling deep into the caverns. I cant help myself, But i should. I must, Unless this is dead. And all becomes extinct.

  • Teenage, Going on Dead

    I awoke to a black sky, But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue; Shimmering on pane. A pounding base raising from the floor below, Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge! As i knit, To the slow pace of growing teeth.    

  • Something Anything

    Drifting on while they play video games. Looking for meaning or regret. A time filler. Something, anything. Waiting to die, or balloon. Or both. Are they waiting also. Maybe we should talk about it. My life is for you now, as i can’t be bothered any more. Soon it will be for her also. This…

  • Illuminated Natasha ( Haunted All The Way By You II )

    Last week i came across a blog of photographic collages that really impressed me.  Not only is the work beautiful, some of it is political, funny and full of contrasts. It is visually spectacular. Follow the link here  http://bpstainton.wordpress.com/ Aesthetic heaven. Stylish and magic. I wondered about the possibility of a collaboration, and sent a message to…

  • The Last Two Lines

    Dark and exquisite, Half Arab, Half apostle, As tight as her, Glistening in half my age.     © PinkyBinks

  • Lost Post: Meow Miaow

    La Luna higher than my spirit, evidencing there is a universe beyond earth, beyond here, beyond this. Twenty Four hours after hearing organs rattling inside this hollow cavity, kidneys pushing out ” The Shit “. Lost for a moment then lost for four days, silly me. Black Monday came so fast. So far from last…

  • Milked Like a Bitch

    The Stallion chooses fruit over beer, I choose beer over fruit. Nutrients to feed his hard strong body, Liquid shit to feed the hanging flesh on bones. Lying in sand, Wet from the sea, As I sit and write, Like a bitch that’s just been milked. Below my skeleton is beautiful, It’s just the surrounding…

  • Spin: The Things We Do For Love

    Hey little fella, I’ll buy a pest repeller, Hide under an umbrella, And fly with a propeller, Break both of my patella, Bend spoons with Uri Geller, Go see a fortune teller, Drink fifty cans of Stella, Eat balls of Mozzarella, Suck toes of David Mellor, Be ill with salmonella, Turn orange Donatella, We sing…