Pomegranate Queen

You can check for me here. writing in a new space now. much love. shadi (PQ)

Still Here I have quit most of my online engagements (distractions?) now. But not this one. Never this one. I want to continue writing here....

Present Reflections It's important for me to keep writing. No matter what (I write about). No matter where (I write it all down). Bloggi...

(umm hmm) wordplay. back at it. took long enough. but sometimes it's like that. time outs and such. life. time warps. new beginnings...

Truth Pt. 2 Some people can't comprehend the words i speak on track 10 baby/ but there's a new meaning for....the truth

Say Word it's been a minute. was on a mini hiatus from my blog. but am back, as always. haven't been on an introspective tip, nor an...

My grandmother used to sing this. Words of a beautiful poet put to the saddest song. But this is the sound of mashreq. Sorrow music. I sat o...

Severe is as Severe Does (Yeah Saturn) A while back, I was "diagnosed" with something called, Severe PMS. It is common among women...

Words to Sound and Vice Versa This part of the novel has involved a lot of Bowie, Velvet Underground, Group Home and Mohsen Namjoo.

Reflecting on the Process Writing fiction is about meeting new people. The people in your head, that is. Over time, the characters you creat...

Word to Masta Ace (confessions of a commitment-phobe) I woke up today feeling listless. I spent the last few days working on a piece that is...

Reminder to Self Thank you N for reminding. And J for inspiring (in more ways than you know). "That's my tale in a nutshell. Not th...

oh. my. goodness. every time.

Even the Sun Moves On i move circular. ending up in the same place, always. i am both shadows of the moon, the darkest part of this solar ec...

Waning Crescent your fingers my sanctuary stitch my torn flesh with glitter i writhe for the familiar curve of your spine place shards of gl...

Clean is Clean is Clean is This morning, I was washing dishes and scrubbing down the kitchen counter knowing damn well how late I was for wo...

The World Through the Eyes of the Roma

Lineage Through Duende I am listening to a recording of my great-grandmother. It is a CD of fifteen songs, poorly recorded from what remaine...

"Exilic being can also be an internal condition of inner restlessness or sense of difference experienced by those who have never left t...

The Search for Duende Duende is that unexplainable feeling of connection to sound on the deepest level of emotion and expression. It is the ...

Hear me Say I'm Ready for This needed to vent today. escaped to my safe haven (one of main reasons i'm still in toronto). my life ha...

Confessions of a Loner I spent all day alone. Reading, writing, staying in my head. I know the next long while will be much of the same thin...

Rooftop Poem listen to this midnight poem from a rooftop over cries of Allah-o Akbar the night before flesh tainted pavement with only a cam...

Silencio

" I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with breath l...

Introspection (summer of dragonflies) Spent the last few days thinking about what it is I need to be focusing on right now. I have allowed m...

all good things must come to an end. you were lovely though...

Nobody's Drums in My Cypher , Today . The rain has been following me from the east coast to the west. I made my peace with it today as I...

Permanence We held a seance listening to Slum V's Trinity album. Talked about Zappa (your favorite) and Brian Wilson (your other favorit...

Reminiscing on Lovers Past

Reflections of an Ex-Blogger I want to start blogging regularly again. I quit my Facebook account for good, deciding to spend more time proc...

What It's All About We have lost a number of seminal artists over the last few years, but the recent passing of Titus Glover, Baatin of ...

RIP Baatin The recent death of hip hop artist, Baatin , made me really sad. Rumour says it was crack. Whatever the case, we just lost anothe...

Tongue Tied I am having a difficult time with poetry lately. I have not been in the headspace to write poems. I also have not been hitting e...

Abstractions you touch my face. it's strange how i don't flinch. instead, i let go, and feel every inch of my body sink into the mat...

I am never dating emo artists again. Words to live by. My name is Pomegranate Queen, and I’m a recovering emo-dater. I’m also a self-identif...

Transience (vignette 1) He is lying on his bed with the cell phone next to him. It rings a final time. He knows she will call again. An...

Walk Hard because we must inject some humour into it , as my sis says.