My mom’s radio used to be tucked into a small corner of the kitchen, where it sat in the midst of the fruits basket and the bamboo plants. It was a small thing, seemingly useless and archaic. It operated using ...Read More
BREAK:
When I was six, I broke a vase. It was a typical childhood mistake –a turn taken too suddenly around too sharp a corner into too fragile an object. When my parents heard the crash, they ran over to find ...Read More
I don’t think in images. When I close my eyes, I see faceless people composed entirely of words and emotion dressed in sentences and punctuation. Story-less phrases flit across my eyelids, there one moment and forgotten the next. Feelings sit ...Read More
We were walking down the streets of the busiest city this side of the Atlantic. There was paper everywhere – in the windows of old, battered-down bookshops and on the unbalanced tables of the street vendors selling novels in languages ...Read More
There was a quote in my father’ medical book that I don’t quite remember anymore. I remember faintly that under the pretty, pretty picture I painted for him on the front page of the book, there had been words that ...Read More
Stars:
One of the greatest revelations of my childhood was that the stars never truly disappear. They burn just as brightly at noon as they do at midnight. Just no one sees them until the sun sets. When the last vestiges of red ...Read More
A red blur flashed around her, a grin barely visible beneath the sparkle of the jewels. Another blur, green this time, and some purple. She ran through the crowd, head whipping around rapidly, looking for one specific blur. His blur.
Faces ...Read More
The first hit came unexpectedly,
as though a shock of lightning had coursed through me.
The second tore skin, letting rain from above pierce my bloodstream and flood my body.
The third was faster and sickeningly loud when flesh and bone and brick ...Read More
To whom it may concern..
And to whomever it may not.
There was a nest outside my window
above a flower pot.
And in this nest, there was a ..
proud and happy sparrow.
Who preened and sang and flew
but its song seemed slightly hollow.
And then one ...Read More
