Winter Again
You ever had to bury a friend? Like, actually, bury them? The corpse, the dirt, and a shovel if you’re lucky. The dirt stuck underneath your nails right after, and this terrible, terrible feeling of guilt that trails behind you every second of the day, and then curls up by your feet at night. Because […]
Haze
It usually appears out of nowhere, when you least expect it. Some people can tell when it’s coming, feel it approaching. There’s a sudden rush of cold, coming from somewhere deep inside, exploding, spreading out quickly from the pit of your stomach to top of your head, freezing your brain. It’s as if time […]
Almost Us
How am I even supposed to start writing about violence? The topic seems so close, yet so distant. Am I the right person to rock the boat? Where should the story begin? In childhood, in friendships, international affairs, private stories, or secrets whispered at night to those with whom we are bound by a vow […]
Nightcrawler
Lumbricus Terrestris. Earthworm. Nightcrawler. Why is the simple shiny earthworm called a night-crawler? Does it literally crawl in the night? Or is the night the symbol of it living physically, mostly in the dark? It strikes me that in my childhood memories these particular worms were subjected to the most appalling forms of torture […]