Dear Readers, Suddenly, the world feels like a mishmash. Every time I blink my eyes, something new pops up—a massive influx of people going about their lives, a nearly invisible indifference to everything until it wriggles its way up our bones. Most times a few tut-tuts are enough to move on. Then there’s also the …
Reflection
When I hear you talkarms flailing, the riseand fall of the voice,I trace the contours ofyour face with my eyesMeet an acquaintance,watch your spirit plungewith all its mightinto reason, contention,willingness to bring change.The mirror reflects a memoryfrom years ago,a forgotten affair with passionburied under layers ofquiet living.What's lost is often around the cornerThe apple, they …
A Hundred Quills 