Excerpt 1: It is inevitable that mistakes occur in life. My people had taught me that this is what makes life intriguing. I know stories about how their mistakes turned out to be favorable, to the point where they’d laugh with delight at the vigor and vitality in taking downs up to ups, turning sadnessContinue reading “Excerpts from my unfinished novel”
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We Know So Much. We Don’t Know
We need each other differently than we ever served each other before. Everything has become instantaneous, from analog to digital. Some suppose it is necessary and productive, others presume it is robotic and destructive, and those who have no opinion form one by reading and listening to the opinions of others. We know so muchContinue reading “We Know So Much. We Don’t Know”
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”
Helpfulness
The best quality in a human being is Helpfulness. There is a corner in my heart filled with nametags, uniforms, hairstyles, voices, eye colors, and smiles of strangers who have helped me as if their life depended on it. They don’t know me and if they once did, they surely forgot me now. But IContinue reading “Helpfulness”
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-“
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”
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”
The Doctrine of Signatures
On one of the thirty-three islands they call home, my thoughts can rarely puddle up together to form droplets for a cloud to condense upon. They stagnate in the atmosphere; rarely falling to wash things away, adding to the methane gas emanating from the cow fields over many out-theres, alternating the amount of solar energyContinue reading “The Doctrine of Signatures”
Guiltessly Rested
When they were guilty of restlessness. And so their story took form when the years duped them to becoming adults. Duped because adult-hood is not not a sorrowful hood to reside in. They signed papers, they paid bills, they bought china plates decorated with a gilt of gold on their rims, they scheduled times toContinue reading “Guiltessly Rested”
The Timeless Woman Who Gave in to Time
She heard it once from someone, she can’t remember who, that the day after you turn sixty-years-old you can actually see it physically. That person was right. Her left eyelid is drooping slightly more, and there it is, that liver spot grazing the side of her cheek right in front of her earlobe, today darkerContinue reading “The Timeless Woman Who Gave in to Time”
Beisan's Burble 