I know some of you are wondering, especially those of you who are not yet accustomed to my online habits over the years. “What has Nin gone and done now?” In brief: My social media (only twitter and IG these days) on the WWW will remain locked till at some point in 2023 (earlier only … Continue reading What “Closed For Business” Means
Metaphorical Miles CrossesLitter my life as I have waitedfor my true love in different shapes and forms. They pass me by on dappled horse, on bicycleson their own two feet, but never have I pulled. Never have I held a lover in my arms, to persistuntil I twist with pain against a red-hot brand. I’ve … Continue reading The Foolhardy Lover
Hullo! So I spent the entire day alternating between nursing my migraine, giving an MA online lecture and preparing other lecture materials because my recordings of last week failed. Hence the migraine — that and the state of the world. Also, there’s the nightly music practice which generally happens when academic work is done (I … Continue reading Chicken Sausage Rolls (Filling)
The Other Chair A dream, one teen night agofeatured a soulmate facing me in a roomfilled with empty chairsthat were irrelevant. There was only me andthe man who sat on the other chair. It could have been a classroom, a conference,a panel, a course, a strange cult meetingin a sterile environment, or a room inan … Continue reading The Other Chair
So used to the knottedfist smashing into my belly I almost come alivewhen yet another hypothesisis revealed to be deeply flawed. And then, like Larkin I say“Next, Please”,wearily as future illusionsflicker in the distancebeyond my half-closed lidslike the afterimagesof a storm that never was. Poetry by (C) Nin Harris, 2012 — . All Rights Reserved. Continue reading After Larkin