The Journey of Bodies

Dear Feet, When they call you proud for drawing galaxies on your toes, tell them that there are no constellations that made a home in the skies without first traversing the universe. Dear Hands, When the boy with the gap tooth tells you how lovely your fingers are and how he cannot wait to feel…

Dear God, Is this How Writers Mourn?

Strange isn’t it? The silence that is our house. Almost as if no one wants to miss your breath returning. We have been waiting for about an hour now Dear God, does chilli bring people back to life? I have no tears. When we heard the news my cousin broke and became a mess i’m…

Why I hate boys: A Trilogy

I. The man you think you are in love with, Promises you time and meals over candle lit dinners And you sell your soul to hope, You buy faith from a man in a corner store that tells you “If you rub this on your temples, your lover will see no one but you” But…