Birds without wings The fan hummed a constant stream of air against the white wall. There it was again, that unsettling feeling of strangeness. The sensation of floating in the ether, of observing the body once occupied, filled with a sense of urgency that things were askew, that she was out of place. She […]
05.04.2021 8:55
On one end of a beige couch There it was again, the unsettling sensation of being a stranger in a place she had known for years. This feeling often came in the mornings as she was coming back from the place of dreams. As she floated to light beyond her eyes, she would feel her […]
04.04.2020 23:38
Sama Today the sea is calm. A few choppy waves break the surface from time to time. They are white, their froth sharp and brisk. They peak against the shimmering line of the horizon, then collapse. She has lost track of how long she’s been standing here looking at the water. Her feet have been swallowed by the soft, […]
27.05.2019 06:09
Free woman As a writer and a woman she is constantly encumbered by the intrusive thoughts of society into her private space of self-expression. She feels shackled by rules that she must follow, and that she follows despite sometimes her strongest resistance. Most times she feels like she is slowly marching toward her death, the […]
28.10.2018 9:34
Baystore At the foot of The Hill was a grey expanse of rolling water that stretched east to the horizon. All day the water rumbled at the edge of the road, spitting her angry, white froth against the confines of glistening boulders placed there by government trucks after the last hurricane. When night fell, she rose […]
26.09.2018 8:16
Jarawa child In her eye I see the beginning and the end of Time. I see the infinite depths of the Universe. I see Light and Life, death and darkness, us and them, here and nowhere. I see laughter and sweetness and stillness. Stillness. That is why my eyes cannot leave hers. Time has fizzled […]
24.08.2018 23:01
Jarawa They do not know that this is her; the girl who walks barefooted, who eats with her hands, who climbs trees to sit in the cradle of crooked branches to gaze at the blue sky with her toes pressed against light brown bark. She wishes now to not see people, not to be with […]
01.07.2018 7:09
Rising The world had risen while she slept. Birds chatter excitedly, hidden in the dense green of the garden. Cars rush up and down the road behind the shade of the palm trees. Ground doves coo over the distant barking of dogs. A grass cutter whirs and buzzes somewhere beyond the tall grass that lines […]
29.06.2018 09:02
Désert I like to lie on dew-kissed sands and stare at the morning sky, watch wisps of white on endless blue and let the day flow by.
25.05.2018 11:29
Dreams of tomato ketchup Both her parents had had noble intentions when they had left their island and their offspring. She was the sole fruit of their union but they had had others; her father had had two after her, her mother had had three before her and four after her, but the latter four […]