The thing is, as Kurt Vonnegut writes in his brilliant, bizarre Timequake, is that being alive, essentially, is a ‘crock of shit’. The vast majority …
That’s Amore
Pygmalion Pursuits
Greek mythology, as I superficially see it, is the precursor to soap operas, reality television, and grocery store erotica novels. It is tightly packed with …
VeZa: Letter from the Editor
I will be honest with you here reader. Connection? Haven’t always been the biggest fan of it, myself. The face-to-face, meet-space, whether it’s real life …
in twenty-twenty I started writing more letters
When I was 16, my family collectively decided to gift me a box of letters. It was a medium sized round teal box, with golden …
My heritage isn’t my home
Yes I’m Iranian, I say. I’m mixed, I say. I’m actually three quarters Iranian, I say. The other part is English, I say. No, my …
The Growing Pains and Joys of Being
The thing about belonging to a marginalized or minority group is that most of your experiences as a human being seem to be dictated by …
El Amor en los Tiempos del Covid– On Trauma, Loss and Grief
On December 31st 2020 my mother and I set out on a mission to find white roses to decorate for the family New Years Eve …
Who’s she? Why does she have to be the cat’s mother?
This article is going to be an exploration of the phrase ‘she might be someone’s daughter/mother/sister/wife’, and my previous problems with it. We’re going to …
My house of mirrors
Content warning: mental illness. [Have you ever walked into a house of mirrors?] When I was 16, I started seeing a psychologist. Her office smelt …
Healing Story
Reconnecting body and self as a survivor. TW: Sexual Assault This is a story about healing. I won’t focus on the hurt. All I can …