What I like to think about during a pandemic
A warm day. Lavender titling itself to the rays of the sun. Bicycle rides. Wind passing through the strands of my hair. Grey woven shoes.
Words' Worth
Last month, I received a rejection letter from a renowned literary magazine, which sounded more like an empathetic enquiry of my well-being and less like a rejection letter.
Trance
Slipping between random movements of my eyelids, I pause to breathe. My breath rises and falls; it chases the film that unfolds. I’m a witness.
Hope in the time of BlackLivesMatter
Fear and love are two ends of the spectrum.
Skies of yore
The sun bursts into a million flames, painting the sky with its richness of light ochers, bright yellows and burnt siennas.
When I was sixteen
I’ve been watching Gilmore Girls for the last week.