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”
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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”
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”
Marigolden
I felt like home among the golden glint of the Marigold flowers coddled under the belly of the sun.Miles away from home, an electric jolt of adrenaline nudged my heart so that my whole chest heaved when I breathed in.I felt like water. Or more like snow; wrong for a girl raised by a rockyContinue reading “Marigolden”
But First, Coffee
My eyes felt heavy, but I didn’t let them rest after the too-much they had stayed open for, and the much-more they were waiting for to happen. I blinked very fast, too. In case you turned to look my way and find me mid-blink, then you might have thought my eyes are resting so myContinue reading “But First, Coffee”
Chrysanthemums & Berliners
“It’s not so easy!” My granddaughter cried. I looked down at the wrinkles on my knuckles and stretched a leathery fold on one of them. I waited until the skin slowly retracted to its place; I lingered momentarily at the shape it made, that of a half-moon or a lopsided grin. Then I looked atContinue reading “Chrysanthemums & Berliners”
Fired Up by a Thought
Fired up by the thought that a vitamin can heal, she woke up that morning and prepared for a meal. Some eggs with some vegetables, some fruits in a bowl. And a pot-full of porridge to nourish her soul. ** As she stood in her kitchen, her heart beat so fast. Why am I anxious?Continue reading “Fired Up by a Thought”
Mosaic
My consciousness is a mosaic designed with sharp shards and broken pieces of people, words and memories. The glue that keeps them together to make me whole is my subconscious. What you see is not all me. What you see is a part of others, put together by me. -Beisan AlShafei
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”
It’s Not So Ordinary
It is not so ordinary, she thinks, weighing the ingredients for her daily dose of consolation. Falling asleep by a dim living room lamplight at 22.30, switching it off at 2.00, dragging my feet to my bedroom, ever so sluggishly, so that the demon breathing a heavy milky breath behind my ribs doesn’t wake. That’sContinue reading “It’s Not So Ordinary”
Beisan's Burble 