Sixteen in Clarksville

Featured Artwork: Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene, 1864 by Simeon Solomon (1840-1905) In Clarksville, they were just children — arguably too young to know what love was, but evidently old enough to know that they’d found it in each other. They’d known one another for nine of their sixteen years. It was […]

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The language of love that you taught me

My mother told me to ‘Find someone who we love as hard as you’ I listened and this is where it has taken me An unwanted refugee of your heart A cycle of piercing memories Like my existence is for you to wear And my soul you stole so silently.   I cannot speak what […]

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Eldritch Zone

One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height, […]

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Homecoming, Again.

(Featured Image: Minaret overlooking our neighborhood) I only stayed for 2 weeks. I distinctly remember booking the tickets and breathing a sigh of relief because for once, I would not be spending the whole of my summer in Pakistan. Memories of past trips were stifling; the restless heat, disorienting pitch black nights and pervasive sense of melancholia. […]

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I Forgot To Be A Teenager

When I was young, I would run around my backyard playing out imaginary scenarios. I remember my mind feeling a lot “lighter.” I felt freer, as it should have; I was only a child. Now I am twenty — I don’t really have a backyard to run around in, and my mind feels a lot […]

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