I am home alone most nights. Shocker. My mom left when I was only a few years old, so she has not been home since then. My dad is gone too. He’s usually at the bar on the corner of 73rd Ave and 52nd street. I have only seen him sober a couple times; he … Continue reading All Alone
Smooth Jazz
The cafe was dimly lit, whiffs of fresh ground coffee and sweet fresh baked bread filled the noses of the crowd. Antique chairs and tables filled the rather rectangular room allowing for rest for the weary travelers and passerby’s of New York City. The constant chatter of folks; the younger ones with friends or grabbing … Continue reading Smooth Jazz
Lost
It’s been almost five years since Amaya Omar has last visited her hometown. Five years since she had last seen her mother. Five years since the death of her younger brother, Aqil Omar. Amaya had come to visit her mother in George Town for a couple of weeks, before … Continue reading Lost
Up In The Gallery
IN THE LETTER TO HIS WIFE HE WROTE ONLY THREE WORDS BUT HE WAS FAR TO LATE UP IN THE GALLERY WHERE HE WATCHED THE TRIAL RUN HE SAW HER FACE COLLAPSE THOUGH HE WAS PEERING AS HE SHOULD HE FELT GUILT FOR WHAT HE HAD SEEN FOR SHE WAS NO MANS’S WIFE … Continue reading Up In The Gallery
Men without ears, who will stand by the door to listen
I remember that it hurt , looking at her hurt Some of us, the unlucky few, will never know what it is like to feel that way. Too bad , I guess. But this isn’t the case , not for the millions of us who have sat in wooden chairs or church benches, staring at … Continue reading Men without ears, who will stand by the door to listen
no woman heals of her own wrongdoing
She watched him repeatedly bind her friend’s heart and waited impatiently for her turn. She watched as that heart lost its beat to life. Were her eyes blind to the spell that he released? No. Definitely no. She gravely wanted that turn. A turn that would come unnaturally and become a home to … Continue reading no woman heals of her own wrongdoing
blood must have blood
I was seven-years-old when I first awoke to the sound of shattered glass and frightened screams. Quickly, I jumped out of bed and blindly ran towards the light pouring out from the cracks in the door of my parent’s bedroom. I was now standing witness to a scene, a nightmare I had not dreamt … Continue reading blood must have blood
Stuffed
There is a weird warm sensation that is surrounding my body as I lay here in this room of uncertainty. This room is as dark as a rat infested cave, but as warm as a fresh cup of hot chocolate. I am alone, for I think. Suddenly, I hear the whispers of someone near by. … Continue reading Stuffed
The Bearer of the Crown of Branches
Drip… Drip… Drip… My shimmering blood leaked on the boat as the rest of the crew jeered and smirked. The Captain was the only one with a grim grey face. He told me before that I had killed his wife and child and that killing me would be the only way to avenge them. I … Continue reading The Bearer of the Crown of Branches
The Glass Book of Planets
☽☿♁⚳♃☉♄♅♇♆☾ She worried about how it shattered as easily as glass. Her dreams were up in the castle, Away from the other things that bled red. The bindings of her life were slowly being undone, like that of an old book. They all looked at everything else but her heart, So she looked up … Continue reading The Glass Book of Planets