A man walks into a cafe. He’s a little drunk. He looks to his left, and falls over an unsuspecting table at the sight of a beautiful woman lounging on a couch Men fall over…
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Nostalgia, my funny friend
Nostalgia visits me sometimes. More often than many, I would venture to guess. When it comes, it weighs like a heavy cloud on my chest, moist and full of emotion, threatening to burst, in streams down…
An account of Bali so far
Exotic is the word they use for places like these. Verdant rice fields make up the countryside, poles bearing makeshift flags of white t-shirts marking the spaces between the green rows. Engraved and painted swastikas…
I am not an easy person to love
I argue when I should listen I become defensive when I should soften I shoot out aggressive words when I should hold my tongue I impinge when I should grant space I know better but…
What really matters, a prompt:
What really matters is something more than a feeling. It’s a knowing that weighs in my stomach like a thud on the floor. It’s knowing that my body is moving, my mind is thinking, my…
Home within
Artwork by Lonesome Daughter. Feeling at home within myself. It’s not an easy task sometimes. Some days I would rather look inward with daggers rather than with quiet words and soothing thoughts. Some days I can’t…