My Personal Secret Sadness

March 7, 2017


My father is my personal secret sadness: his image emerged in my melancholic moments, long sleepless nights and days wasted by anxiety. Every time I am aware that he is forever gone; and how he threw his life away: I become overwhelmed with sadness and pity. My aunt told me about his dying (I was […]

There is this girl

February 13, 2016


There is this girl who thinks of the worst, If there is danger she knows first, Trembling believing her heart burst, Every foot-step feels like a curse. Life is bigger, But not for her, She goes under, To feel safer, Drown deeper, Her poor soul whimper. Don’t go there, she cries, Those are places, Where […]

Posted in: poem, poetry, Work, Writing, Writings


July 28, 2015


Listening to Damien Rice old album “O” and it takes me back to the time when life was a battle; limitless and hopeful. I had to write those books, I had to earn some money, I had to look good, I wanted to sleep with him, and him and her, went down, on my knees, […]

Posted in: Journal

Then he comes

April 1, 2014


Grantly, my boy, 2 weeks 5 days.

Posted in: Journal, Uncategorized

Taming of The Shrew – Open-Air Theatre Performances in English

August 4, 2013


ADG Europe present TNT theatre Britain in The Taming of The Shrew Directed by Paul Stebbings Music composed or arranged by John Kenny Produced by Grantly Marshall Castle Tour 2013 Schedule: August 25, 2013 Utstein Kloster, Norway 18:00 August 26, 2013 Bergenhus Festning, Norway 18:00 August 28, 2013 Christianholm Festning, Norway18:00 September 2, 2013 Bäckaskog […]

Penyair Bejo dan Tukang Cerita

April 27, 2013


Dimuat di Suara Merdeka 08 Februari, 2010. TAK lama setelah matinya si tukang cerita, banyak kertas-kertas ditemukan. Salah satunya adalah kertas lusuh yang tergeletak di atas meja Bejo. Kertas itu penuh dengan tinta biru dan tulisan tangan yang konon disinyalir adalah tulisan tangan Bejo. Polisi yang menyangka Bejo adalah pembunuhnya, berusaha mencari bukti-bukti dan mengaitkan […]

Posted in: Work

Alpha As Fuck?

April 25, 2013


He woke up in a shabby apartment in a suburb of Munich, drank the beer that left in the dented can from last night. His pants were wet, he had no idea why. The air in the living room was stink of cigarettes smokes and hemp oil. He coughed his eyes out, sour taste. He […]

Posted in: Writing