One evening, after dinner, Wazili shook his head. “The streets have become unpredictable lately,” he muttered. He finished wiping down his bicycle with a piece of cloth under the dim light of a bulb hanging…
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Jaclyn & the Birds
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Elegy, One
for Wendy 1973-2019 Photo by Sirisvisual on Unsplash
Waiting & The Sand of the Syrian Desert Apologizes to the Armenians
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anxiety / me
I wake up with urgency’s sandpaper clawspawing at my throat. I crunch downon my breakfast bowl of rusty nails, each bitepumping iron into my veins. My shadow whispers in Morse code, dotsand dashes of dread…