The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lakeContinue reading “Plundered”
Category Archives: Relationships
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
Opposite Ways
I love you in the way that I do: crazily, daringly, vulnerably, anxiously. I don’t love you in the way that you do: calmly, steadily, carefully, sensibly. I can only love you for who you are, and you can only love me for who I am, if we love each other in the opposite waysContinue reading “Opposite Ways”
so ist es.
so it is. I met him accidentally. A chance was presented to me. Like a single thread that wove in and out of itself, he turned into a net that both tripped me and caught me from falling. He carried me with a single thread spun into a web. And with the loose end ofContinue reading “so ist es.”
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”
The Damselflies’ Tango
A couple of days ago, I learned that Damselflies form a shape of a heart when they mate. I started contemplating about the conventional shape of a heart <3. Why is it called after a bodily organ that does not look at all like the blood pumping muscle in our bodies? Why was it notContinue reading “The Damselflies’ Tango”
Quote
Written and posted on October 12th, 2019 Edited at the end of December 2024, after having mothered my son for 3.5 years. I never edit my old writings, but this one kept pinching me in bed and I could not sleep: You were only able to contain me because you were separate from me. YouContinue reading “Quote”
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
Repressing
He had so many questions and they were shadowed by answers that were futile to both of us. He asked if I liked my new place, he asked what I had planned for tonight, he asked how my grandma was doing – things he knew the responses to. He also asked about the weather evenContinue reading “Repressing”
To Pour Out
… and then to just pour out of the cracked cup. Not from the rim like most people do – no – rather you’d be slowly tick tocking, drip dropping, out of the cup from the ruggedness of the crack. You won’t be so watery like most people are; you’d be thick like the consistentContinue reading “To Pour Out”
Beisan's Burble 