Three niches punctured a wall of the house To contain our weighing historical selves “A cross and a rihaal,” you said to me “Or one rosary?” I shrugged not knowing. You wanted a crucifix; I sought paint – White bulbs installed in tinted mauve niches. We couldn’t arrive at an agreement So we hung our... Continue Reading →
At the Chime of a City Clock
I can hear the closing of the day. There's an abundance of memoirs - fallen words inside my coffee cup, unlit, unscented candles, the red postbox at the end of the street, and knots in my hair, golden and burnt each with a story to relay. The windows are closed, one by one, in steady... Continue Reading →
Book of Days
I knew exactly how to feel. I had done it before. The knot had tightened in my chest, my stomach rose to meet my throat. First, the affection surged, and then the pain, both at once forming a coagulated mass of unrecognizable emotion that no one has been able to pass along into routine vocabulary. It was always left... Continue Reading →
Reclaiming
Earlier in the day, I left my dreams outside, for my trying spirit had dried.When I walked ahead and saw reality naked, I took them back inside.
Those three words are said too much…
There have been times when those three words couldn't hold up on their own. They had to be supplemented with promises of transcendence from this life to the next. They had to be said every night like a flossing ritual. They had to be reminded of by using them as a salve after a bruise... Continue Reading →
I Want to Read
Suddenly the words have drained their colours which have run down and smeared my fingertips, and stained my nails causing me to recoil every time I bite them in the anxiety of how I have lost the most precious of gifts - words. For I want to read a book, in the dead of the... Continue Reading →
Oranges
I don't know if the produce is in abundance. I never know such things; they take gastronomy and attach it to economics, something that I immensely dread, because I never know what I should demand, and if it will ever be in supply. But I know that the fruit bowl is stocked with them, and that... Continue Reading →
Transgression
In an ideal world, I would have moved cities, bought myself a small apartment and a cane basket to lower down the window, should I need groceries or fresh bread. I would take apart all connections, only to make my old parents that one phone call every first of the moon, to say that I... Continue Reading →
Tall Wishes
At the end of that day as my inner chaos escaped me only to melt into the distance where green trees were now turning black, I thought of what I would say to him that wouldn't sound too demanding. In those moments, as I waited for the car to come around, I looked at the... Continue Reading →
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