To avoid infatuation and schoolgirl crushes. I suppress the thoughts of us together, interrupt the replaying of romantic moments in my mind and tell myself “no.” But sometimes, I’ll let the images play for a second too long and I’ll fall into them. Until I have to shake myself awake and kill the butterflies in... Continue Reading →
It’s fascinating How much of what happens To us Stays.
Lately, I’ve spent majority of my quarantined days and nights considering the ways in which we embrace each other in times of uncertainty and social distancing. More specifically, my mind wonders and ponders the ways in which one’s quest for great love can be altered in an age of nihilism. Contrary to popular belief, deep,... Continue Reading →
“enough” six letters that are enough yet “you” are not enough three letters and yet you are more.
Canned worms Pressed, half-open and forgotten— Bring angry birds Violent, ruthless and ravenous For what was never theirs.
The women thinking about the men. A couple contemplating loneliness. A sister missing her brother. A home, abandoned.
Collect your toys And retreat to your quiet corner. Tuesdays can be heavy, And even adults need naps.
What lullabies Shall I sing to myself, When my childhood singers Have left me?
a lyric essay on family and fatherhood; names have been changed out of respect for those involved. In mid-June of 2017, my brother becomes a father, and not in the usual biological fashion most men do, but rather in a philosophical way. The air is light, the Sun is high, it is 11am. My brother,... Continue Reading →