Society
As a person who has always lived in emotional highs and lows, the lead singer of my stage had always been guilt. My mind constantly inhabited a place between worry and self-blame, replaying memories and linking possible causes of resentment back to me. In time, accountability faltered, allowing others to
contemporary poetry
Six writers. One shared threshold.
contemporary poetry
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhat once was a radiant beauty became the colours that kept shifting from red to blue, and from blue to purple, as the smell of salt fused with fresh air carried by the rain that touched my nose. The taxi
contemporary poetry
A walk to remember and to release
Reflections
I’m far from clarity.
philosophy
We are being judged because we are the judges.
Creative non-fiction
The Tale of Fire and Ice
Self-Reflection
Prometheus was gifted with forethought. For him, the future was not an idea but a pressure weighing on his chest, because he could feel it pulling on the present. He saw humans fearing the dark, shivering in the cold and he took fate into his hands by mistaking the future
Poetry
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe tides pulled us into the same direction, where the sum of our movements led to our encounter. When your
fire
With Ice
Self-Reflection
My story traces back to the very first time I was broken. The first and deepest heartbreak I ever carried came quietly, settled deep, and reshaped the way I carried every heartbreak after. As the youngest of three daughters, I lived in the soft glow of being my daddy’s
Reflections
My deepest fear was not the end of my body. It was the end of being remembered.