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Writer’s Block

It’s been days that I am in a “writer’s block” cove, unable to wriggle myself out. It feels damp and stuffy in here, and seriously dusty. The people in here smell like rancid sour judgements. Today is the day I flick off the guards and police of thoughts standing by this cove. Protecting all that’sContinue reading “Writer’s Block”

A Part of – Apart from

It took them decades to fall into the comforting realization, but they eventually did realize that the only way to really be an integral part of each other was to constantly remember that to make any sense, to feel complete, they must remain apart from one another. They must give each other the space toContinue reading “A Part of – Apart from”

I miss you, Mama

I miss you more everyday already. It cuts deep until it’s deep enough to drown in, then inherently swim up to the surface, then twirl like a seal to float on my back and look up to the golden stars that sprinkle your shine upon me. Each day I am swarmed in the depth ofContinue reading “I miss you, Mama”

Quercetin

“Why write fiction?” asked the bookshop’s sales manager, “Why not write about philosophy – erratic emotions, wise thinking, real experiences, contemplation – you’d be good at that. The world is full of forged personalities as it is. Maybe that’s why you don’t have clients. People need to relate to the gist these days rather thanContinue reading “Quercetin”

Fantastical

In this new year to come, I hope you are more of who you are always becoming and never just who you are at one moment in time. May you keep orbiting around the sun. May you dwell in meaningfulness and find privilege in deep understanding through all your seasons, like when your clouds cryContinue reading “Fantastical”

Sour Candy by the Bougainvillea Bush

“This is the one!” my little girl exclaimed, “This is the candy that stays sour all the way through! Let’s get it! You won’t be able to handle it, your tongue will burn after!” So I bought her this small candy that they thankfully sold in singles, and I got one for myself too. WeContinue reading “Sour Candy by the Bougainvillea Bush”

From Flour, to Dough, to Bread

She let me take in the life in her – the real private one and the one she propped to share – hoping that when it’s fully inside my spirit, I’d magically change it from flour to dough to bread. Toasted bread. And then feed her bits of it dipped in tea thickened with cookedContinue reading “From Flour, to Dough, to Bread”

Quote

Don’t fret, darling. Here’s your jar of honey. The bee that seemed to have been buzzing hurriedly was, in essence, never in haste to reach its flower to make it for you. Beisan A. Alshafei

The Woman who Hand-painted her Wall Indigo

When I was a student, there was a ravishing woman with peculiar thin Medusa hair whom I drove past every late morning. I stopped a couple of narrow town houses down from hers to throw my garbage out, where the garbage metal containers were all huddled near each other on a clearing made before aContinue reading “The Woman who Hand-painted her Wall Indigo”

You are Incredible

I promise you, I did not know I had all of these marks, which someone in a yesterday deemed to be beautiful, until you pointed them out with with a trace of a finger. “You are incredible”, you said, “I see you much better than you see yourself”. I giggled your words away, I thoughtContinue reading “You are Incredible”