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It was impossible: the whole of the universe found its way in my palm. Of course, I didn’t know it then; I was six so such ignorance can be excused. Basic things eluded me. I didn’t know about ozonolysis. I didn’t realize the harms in trans fats. Hell, some days I couldn’t even urinate outside … Continue reading
Dear dear, Last night, I slept in your bed alone. For the first time in our relationship, I was in it without the mould of your body around me or the huff of your breath in my ear. Your hair did not swim on the pillow beside me nor did your fingers tap-dance their way … Continue reading
In a Creative Writing course that began today, we discussed James Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake. As among the most difficult texts, it is a sprawling work of etymological wizardry, mythological references, and multiple emotional, fictional, and poetic layers. To say I understood some of it would even be false; it is a weighty treatise on the … Continue reading
It’s a New Year, though I don’t know much about that. Things happen too quickly nowadays. One moment it’s one year and I’m sipping on a warm beer with a laugh bubbling in my throat; the next, poof – gone just like that. As soon as it came, the year went, and everything goes black. … Continue reading
I used to have this pen – my favourite pen. Every day, I would write with it. On broad elaborate sheets or dirty bathroom stalls, on tiny journal pages or the inside the crevice of a book, I would find myself scribbling away little notes only I could read. It wrote beautifully. On any surface, … Continue reading
Dear dear, There are many ways to get out of the responsibilities of love. Start by not shaving. A little hair grows, and you look at it with interest instead of dismay. Then another one blooms and then one more and soon you find yourself covered. You laugh and convince yourself it’s okay. It’s still … Continue reading
The following was my submission for a short writing contest. I did not win. I did not expect to win. I could say that it is because I’m a loser and losers only know how to further lose, but I don’t want to seem like I’m fishing for sympathy or reactionary compliments. Instead, I post … Continue reading
Just yesterday, I found out I was growing up. Though such a realization may be late for a twenty-one year old to have, it came and went and now my bones rattle as I type. Each word is an epitaph. Each one is my last. This is how it happened. It was four in the … Continue reading
I’m think I’m starting to get old. I have all the usual signs. First, every day feels the same. I wake. I shower. I eat. I work. I eat. I work. I eat. I work. I sleep. I repeat. Second, I’m tired even when I wake up. Especially when I do. Third, I have to … Continue reading
Below was written with the prompt: “It’s that time of the year again…” * It’s that time of year again, and Cain hated it. People were pale again. Not for fifteen years had they been this pale. And with each year, with each blizzard, each bleak season, they got worse. They diminished. They dwindled. And … Continue reading
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