Month: January 2016


I am fond of long goodbyes as though they were a long banquet not equivalent to the portrayal of the last meal  because there was no betrayal for coins —- no deceptive kiss on the cheek I love the drippingness of sweet words Hopes…

chessboard reveries

circling deeper into a stalemate within myself; with myself there is a checkmate  the king and queen are empty thrones  and the knights moved singularly with no acceleration  and the guards are off the chessboard  migrating to newer kingdoms  where games are not the…

psuedo buddhism

Originally posted on Etches of Ink and Light:
On a regular basis, I filter out a number of messages that come from all directions—emails, comments, friendly suggestions—in the name of buddhism. In this filtering process, I ask myself: what is the difference between fake…

I feel alone.

I feel alone. And I have forgotten how to write. once I use to flirt with linguistic possibilities and now I just don’t do anything… I don’t write anymore writing has not been killed in me but I don’t know what to write or,…


Lattimer is an artist who makes photography really artistic, surreal and exciting. Doing series of all kinds that tells stories his photography makes new avenues of social and philosophical discussions.   ORIGINAL ARTWORK BY J E LATTIMER © 2016 J E LATTIMER ALL RIGHTS…

I Am A Daughter

Originally posted on Chronicles of Imperfectly Perfect:
I am a daughter , Of an uneducated woman, who taught her, Of people with ambitions, About societies limitations. I am a daughter, Made out of the pride of her father, who taught her, To live with…

You’re husband 

This poem transforms a relationship into different categories. I loved it because it showed the very nature of failure in communication and all the rage of infidelities.

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