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”
Category Archives: Self-criticism
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”
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”
Conditional
Whoever said a dog’s love is unconditional was greedy to be loved. Poor creatures, those furry friends… they take all the burden of ‘loving unconditionally’ just because they like to have a home, they enjoy routine. It’s our job is to love them unconditionally, not theirs. They can’t even speak for themselves to say: HowContinue reading “Conditional”
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 -2-
A cloudy humid day for smudgy Maybelline mascara. For Haruki Murakami’s maze of people and indirect insults. For imagining a world without women. For allowing oneself to imagine a world without women. For really not being so self-centred. For letting oneself not think about oneself. For broken Havaianas and lazy drags of flip-flopped feet alongContinue reading “Fire Island Scribbles -2-“
Why Kombucha
Who’ll tell you why Why we hope and dream Why we tell ourselves first, And each other later, Lies that are half-truths: Half in knowing, And half in not knowing That we are never going to fully Be in the knowing. (Guess which half Is more submerged in the self than the other. Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”
Rock Bottom
It’s past midnight now. After hours of online research with the commercial tunes of the latest Albanian hits playing from YouTube for inspiration, another good portion of my brain is officially numbed to render me calm and useless for work. I am sitting on the edge of the low windowsill with the window open, lookingContinue reading “Rock Bottom”
Within Minutes
In times of distress, all I plan for is to take some space. One of the places I go to is the sea, I sit on the hood of my car to be lulled and hypnotized by the breaking of the water on the shore. I watch my besieged thoughts as they squander spontaneously oneContinue reading “Within Minutes”
Beisan's Burble 