*20-14* It is summer when we come. The trees are lush and green when we walk in, still licking the…
My river of ink has finally run dry and its bank of blank sheets are vast, haunting. How do I…
Her pale, slender fingers fly through my hair as she braids it in the kitchen on a Monday morning, while…
You saw me friendly, eyes always crinkled in a smile, even venturing to describe me a rose of society. And…
At first, I simply thought I didn’t matter. Not necessarily because my voice, being so soft, was ignored or spoken…
He’s a forgotten man, in tattered clothes, searching for his home. High piles of trash line the road he walks.…
Hither fly your arrows of hatred. Thither rain your spears of ignorance. But no sigh of pain escapes my lips…
Continued from Khawlah & the Newbie: Part 1 That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth…