Falling In Love

Say, one day, you hang your identity on a peg, carry your wounds knotted up inside you, an intricate maze, and walk into a new city.Say, you fail to notice the old branches floating down new rivers carrying ants on their backs, you sidestep the fallen yellow leaves that the trees shook off of themselves, and you pay no mind to the... Continue Reading →

Good Days Bad Days

A tourist in your own despair.Lorrie Moore A packet of filter coffee powder has been lying in the fridge for close to 5 years or so. At 3:39 in the afternoon, I boil some water, leave the hot water dripping over the powder and then forget about it completely. By the time I realise, it... Continue Reading →

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