I am not the night, girlIt is not then when I comeA scattered spurt of silver starsThe silent sex of ship and shoreWhere rich wood …
The English Word
Death of a ballet teacher
“She slipped in the shower and cracked her head open. They just found her lying in a pool of her own blood.” I don’t think …
“Right Person, Wrong Time” is a Sugar Pill
A tribute to recent conversations, which explored how “right person, wrong time” is a sugar pill, a placebo remedy to matters of heartbreak. “Right person, …
Mate, where are u?
Why are you here? And how could it have taken you so long, To get here? Did you forget the way, did you misremember, miss-recall, …
lockdown iii
i went to new york city with my parents and i thought it was the greatest place in the world i went to new york …
Time and Punishment
We quantify time in many different ways. If you have ever worked a minimum wage job, you will know that, by some standards, an hour …
A Love Letter to Virginia Woolf and Cubism
The first time I read Virginia Woolf I was 13 years old and hardly understood the stream of consciousness babble of words written on paper …
Inevitable Growth
I moved out of my parents’ house when I was eighteen. Across the country I went, never thinking that I would be returning home for …
Stuck/Unstuck
“The versatility of time”, I thought to myself while figuring out what I wanted to write for the upcoming issue of BRIZO magazine. I kept …
The Golden Pocket Watch
on the personal paradoxes of passing time What is a tangible realization of time gone by? Old photographs, objects of a distant past, a glimpse …