On a sunny weekend afternoon, you walked into one of the city’s hair salons. You see ladies getting pampered, hairdressers opening their cabinets and pulling out scissors, plastic combs and electric clippers. You were asked to sit at the lounge area to wait for your hairdresser. You sat across a lady that looks like she’s… Read More: Salon »
Someone wrote in her journal that: She wants to be a boy. She wants what her brother has. She wishes God make her a boy. She woke up a girl, still. The same person wrote in her journal, some years later: (of course it is not the same journal) She wants to blow up the… Read More: Who’s bad? »
Samuel, a half-Jamaican, half-Irish boy, is learning another language. Samuel has mentifery abilities. He uses them. This time, Samuel’s choice of language is Japanese. This has been a hobby of Samuel’s. He wants to understand the language and the culture. As he learns, he bends the language, leaving the culture to wrap around on its… Read More: Samuel »
On a 3 acre farmable land, there is a house that weighs 1,230,000 pounds. Inside, four women are talking. One young heir of an industry. A pair of codependents in therapy. One perfectionist. “We don’t want to have children. We have no energy left to properly raise them without making our lives unbearable.” Said one… Read More: Four Women »
October 19th, Twenty-Twenty. It is a Monday. You can verify. The writer isn’t lying. She heard the splashing sounds of one car after another running over the same puddle of water. Splash. Spla-sh! The writer didn’t investigate the puddle. She wasn’t interested. Confession – The writer is a woman. Continue. This year, Twenty-Twenty that is,… Read More: October 19th, 2020 »
My thoughts are quiet now. After two hours of weeping and In the lonesome and dry sockets that My eyes call home, I came back to the blinking cursor, Waiting for me to finish this line. One blink. Two blinks. The magnets between my eyelids are pulling To shut the door. Rest, my eyes. Tomorrow… Read More: Shut Open »
She left the little girl in the desert to die. She thought if the distance is long enough If the sun is hot enough Every bit of the little girl would evaporate. The desert wind would make sure of it. There would be no trace of rotten meat. She would be free Free from the… Read More: Murderer »