There are no stories in anyone’s recollection of the words I have swallowed and the things I watched go down in those three bedrooms, while I played on that cold tile floor or across that dark wooden dining room.
Tag: childhood
Alien
Imagine you are stranded on a different planet.On this planet, you are a what not a who. On this planet, … More
Sideways into the green
3 Mothers Days back, she was still alive. I was still here, looking at a grey zone of emptiness wondering … More
Home town
When we travel to look for childhood, we usually return empty-handed.
a pirate’s treasure
Outwardly unperturbed, I slid my hand in immediately to see what they were. Trust him? I did not. It was a flower petal. I asked him loudly over the cacophony of kids’ voices what I’m supposed to do with it. My 5 year old pulled back the pirates patch on his head and said it was his treasure and we were to take it home.
blossom
I was named after blossoms. And there’s something about this white calla lily that can stand up tall that makes me want to bloom too.
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