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Journalling Personal

It’s Ok to Not Be OK…

I’ve been grappling with what to write lately. Part of me has wanted to write a review of the year so far. Part of me wants to tackle my mental health challenges and where I’m at currently with it. Or maybe I write about both? I’m just going to write until I’ve emptied myself, then I’ll […]

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Poetry Writing

Loudspeaker

More poetry. I wrote this one with my loudspeakers in mind. I’ve had them for 25 years, they’ve traveled with me across 2 continents and over 12 homes in that time. Loudspeaker I sit calmlyReady to receive signalsAnalogueDigitalI don’t discriminateFrame carved from woodInterior carefully calibrated electronicsGreat engineering never goes out of fashionGood vibrations run through […]

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Poetry Writing

Haroon

As promised, more poetry, this piece is called Haroon and is about my name. Haroon Origin storyNo spider bitesDropped in Luton, via PakistanEast end matriarch named meRight-hand man of a tongue-tied prophetReligious narratives are the roots to the branch of this treeMusa and HaroonMyth or realityDon’t knowDon’t careI’ll turn myth into realityTook damn near four […]

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Poetry Writing

7 Bar Loop

This is the first poem I’m sharing on my blog. I will continue to share current drafts of poems I am working on. Feel free to leave feedback or if things were not clear in the comments. It’s all love. I welcome what you have to say. Here it is: 7 Bar Loop Loop the […]

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Creativity Writing

The Key to My Creative Process

I’m having a fascinating journey as a writer right now.  The past several weeks have been interesting. Some days I’ve lacked inspiration and other days I’ve been furiously jotting down ideas that I want to come back to.  Recently, I was reading a book called “Feck Perfuction” by James Victore and an idea popped into […]

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Personal

My Name Is Haroon and I’m An Artist

Far too much of my adult life has been shaped by what others wanted for me. My parents wanted me to have an arranged marriage to a (British) Pakistani girl. I did that. It ended in divorce. Badly.  My parents wanted me to get proper qualifications and do “respectable work”. So I got an undergraduate […]