LUPUS IN FLIGHT
Poetry and Prose by Shaista Tayabali
Cambridge Newspaper Interview
Tales From Hospital
Artist to Artist Interviews
Thursday 16 November 2023
Bisan, your cat came to me in my dream. White, yet not entirely - she was real - not as a cloud, she was eating lime. Yes, I was holding a r...
Thursday 19 October 2023
THE KITE FLIERS
When kites fly across blue skies and border divides, Gaza and Israel unite. We make the kites, we fly the kites, over the wells of hate. W...
Thursday 12 October 2023
The sunflowers my mother bought wept over the kitchen floor this morning, their scent overpowering - wet carpets, mothballs. Or somethin...
Monday 21 August 2023
INTENTIONAL BIRTHDAY JOY
In the weeks leading up to my birthday, I try to be intentional about my gratitude. Here I still am, loved. I tend to myself in the ways th...
Wednesday 9 August 2023
A TIKTOK BARBIE SUMMER
I thought I hadn’t posted a thing since Christmas, but I have a couple of posts this year to redeem me. It gets harder and harder to persis...
Thursday 11 May 2023
Plugged in or plugged out, no escape. Even the monastery, even the future of bees - a stranger even cut down our trees. We march to its b...
Monday 1 May 2023
SPRING WEDNESDAYS WITH SAMMY, THE WISE GAMJEE
Daisies are out for as long as the mowers keep away. The vast arms of the blossom trees cast shadow nets into which we rest, before throwing...
Friday 28 April 2023
My heart takes a lifetime to plunge. Cold waters await. Is it worth it? Freedom is easy to desire. All around me, the sounds of progress - ...
Friday 30 December 2022
FROM TIGER TO RABBIT
Is the year roaring to an end for you? Will it begin with a whimper? Or are these anthropomorphic ideas of the tiger and the rabbit? Water t...
Monday 7 November 2022
THE AUTUMN REDS, YELLOWS AND BLUES
September, October and now into November. This week marks the anniversary of the first week we walked into our Cambridge home, twenty nine y...
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