Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Today we celebrate the monsoon. Will we then come to hate the monsoon? All night, I danced with him in the rain. What could it not create, the monsoon. She thought of love as flood. Was she wrong? By then it was too late. The monsoon. Clouds wear black masks Read more
He looks my way as we sit in the chain salon awaiting our haircuts, and I wonder if “my way” is at me, since he repeats the twists of neck—but my eyes cannot certify since I keep them down on my phone and remember a friend of adolescence who would Read more
I am a few weeks away from defending a doctoral thesis based largely on the cultivation of the Eastern contemplative principle of nonattachment and exploration of its acceptability and effectiveness for symptoms of trauma. I now know a fair bit about nonattachment because of 5 years of work centred on Read more
Emily resisted going to bed. She wasn’t ready for the onslaught of thoughts waiting behind closed eyes. She typed his name into the search bar. This time, the top result wasn’t his LinkedIn profile. It was an obituary. Colon cancer. Four months ago. Four months. He’d been dead for four Read more
Isn’t it always and hasn’t it always been a voice answering a voice? The voice outside with its multiple morning voices of bluebird and robin and finch, the evening canticles of owls, the polyrhythms of crickets, the drone of the tanpura wind in the tops of distant trees like a Read more
She comes to me in dreams fluid, morphing, alive, made real. Here, swimming in lost consciousness, I can caress her face tell her I love her without falter – no stumbling blocks exist, only accessible inked rivers, free-flowing, boundless… This inky swirled land is our playground and her calligraphy a Read more
We fight ourselves off every day The temptations for self hatred Gather ‘round for sentencing at the Crown Court We go into battle eyes to God, hand to Chest Young boys drum For the new citizenry Stopped in tracks by musket balls Worse bayonets Worse hand to hand combat with Read more
after Priscilla C. At the end of August, swallows make their dip and turn in the descending wind, cross the lake’s turbid water, where a killer, both drunk and aroused (the one she met on a dating app), dumped her on the side of the road, poured kerosene Read more