Virginal and pure I was, Your mirror in an eternal smoke and fog. God I thought has led me there fair, to salvation as best that It could. I married my soul to you since, yearly, monthly, daily I preach, to yours I became. Following persistent, impatient, self-shame. Your steadfast quiet fealty scared me, I [...]
Author: mkauser
Doctoral researcher looking into inter-connected lifeworlds and the continuation of inequalities. Those deep-seated, historical traumas and injustices that are woven more subtely here in the Imperial Metropole of the UK.
A quick thought
Retail and the world of work is a funny place. It's a very British thing, or maybe just western thing, but you and I cannot help being defined by our jobs, or defining others. The very small, insignificant task processes that you do monotonously, without would end up being the only skills you are known [...]
Trying to add different media and help motivate my drawing, creative eye and most of all - SHARING!
Our first meet
Sat there in an awkward pose in a pub, bulging calves, resting on bare knee, a fellow reader with no book. Stood waiting for an early morning bus on Tues 27th, opposite some weird futuristic Hilton Hotel. A vision of you, the very first you comes to me. I feel the burning need to [...]
Is love dead?
I keep coming back to this idea that love as we know it is silly, trite and majorly dead. There is such a silencing of love. It's like we're so desensitized to it. We can't even think about it. To see it. To feel it. Yet we can feel that great aching gap within us. [...]
My Mourning Period. My self-imposed fate.
I have 40 days grace to mourn the hands of fate, But did it begin when last I heard your sweet nectared voice refuse to sing? Or when your strong and loving hands typed such embittered short goodbyes? Or further still does it begin when last I held and kissed your face? Though in this [...]
Post Patricia Hills Collins’ Rough notes.
So I missed a couple day's posts, which I am kicking myself over. But I guess that's what happens when life gets in the way of passion, and learning that gets marked and becomes valued takes over invisible past-times like this that increasingly seen as having no value (again). Hopefully tomorrow, or soon, I will [...]
Hey you.
I want you. I need you. These ties run so deep. I feel so ignored. Yet I haven't even begun to speak. It's deafening. These screams within. Every missed dose of you, Feels like a fresh hit. I see other's like us, Do you see them too? So blissfully "true" Colourful within a grayscaled milieu. I [...]
My day
By taking away my only companionship, You ostracised me, I was alone and vulnerable today, Emotional and ill, Stressed to the hilt, Saddened beyond belief, Could you not see? Surely as a determined fellow woman, My gendered mirror in this unclear ether, You should be able to see me here. Ask my name, Wonder from [...]
To whomsoever called me ‘Privately’
Whoever called me...Please call me back. I need someone to talk to, as I sit here in the dark. It's simplistic I know, My asking for more, Naively wanting to know thee, When you cared not an inch to leave caller I.D. Maybe it wasn't that you didn't care that much, Maybe you forgot you [...]
Mariam Kauser 