“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says. She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”
Category Archives: Dialogue
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
Dear Gender
Dear Gender, Recently, our arguments should have disentangled us from each other’s gripping embrace. We should have, by now, been part of the trend and movement of breaking free from nature’s secret code. We don’t, however, beat around the bush, nor call ourselves brave by staying outside of our designated homes. We remain inside, blockingContinue reading “Dear Gender”
The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk
It was rather enchanting, how I died. I was hovering above their heads when they wrote with a blue bic ballpoint pen that it was from natural causes. But I am certain it wasn’t that. We never just die from the cause; other things mark the real ending. And even then, it’s not quiet aContinue reading “The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk”
I met a boy
I met a boy. He seemed, at first, to be just a little boy whose paws smelled like a kid’s old sweaty sock after a football match, and whose skin had soft fur that knots when he gets nervous, and whose farts are lethally silent. But he taught me things, like: time is relative. ItContinue reading “I met a boy”
Made up of Halves, Trapped in a Whole
A Half-Skeptical Take on Things (Two girls, ladies, young adults, perhaps women – who can tell nowadays? – sitting for lunch in a happening restaurant. They are discussing the instagram stories flashing across a phone screen on the center of the table as they eat.) A: “It used to be all about the perfect liquidContinue reading “Made up of Halves, Trapped in a Whole”
Dear You
Dear You, What were you expecting? Of course you are found in this shattered state.Your downward plunge could only be THIS Great!For wasn’t your climb up so steep for so long?I’ll tell you why, now, you feel wiser and strong! So when your hands lost their grappling gripas your foot took that slippery slip…and whenContinue reading “Dear You”
Letter to an Inner Child
Do not listen to all that they say, my child; my womb is not impermeable to their words, unfortunately. This language they speak shines a subtly blinding streak of light, it has a way of seeping through the thickest skin and imprinting marks on your genetic makeup. You will come out to live among themContinue reading “Letter to an Inner Child”
Fire Island Scribbles -3-
A super weird piece I don’t remember writing. I hesitated in posting a piece I did not like at all, but I felt it spoke for a day or two in my life in which I had such an urge to be a girl with an Albanian name and no Albanian background fixated on signs.Continue reading “Fire Island Scribbles -3-“
Fire Island Scribbles – 1-
A dialogue about people – I like raw people – So, like, what? You like them uncooked? – …. Yes. I like them uncooked. Not even seared, not the slightest heat touching them. – Do they also have to be whole? Or can they be sliced, chopped, julienned? – The knife can have touched them,Continue reading “Fire Island Scribbles – 1-“
Beisan's Burble 