As You Are: My Husband, My Friend.

He sat beside the window and waved her goodbye. She watched him leave, her head following the dust of the boneshaker till it was all dirt and no outlines. In silence, she turned around towards whence she had come; through the ticket office, into a porch, then towards the small fence surrounding the bus station.  […]

Between the Hours: A Boring Look, at a Tired Existence.

Fun Fact: The character in this piece was originally male. I decided to change him to a her, right after typing the last word. Pushed by some forces I guess. As expected the result was completely different. Same narrative, same themes, yet the vision changed completely. A strange thing, this life thing.  From the wired […]

Fat #1 (the prologue of sorts)

She stared at the fat blob in front of the mirror in disgust, that it moved when she moved, lifted its arm when she did hers annoyed her. Frustrated, she turned away from the mirror towards the closet, the phone rung downstairs. ”god damn it” Naked, she walked down the stairs with some reluctance, “this […]

Junior, My Boy (et dissimulas pecatta mea)

This was my submission to the ADA open call for writers. I have always had an interest in the horror genre of film and recently began experimenting with some of its elements in my writing. Unfortunately my story was not picked; which is not surprising considering I still have a long way to go in […]

Ponks and the Skirts

For Bernard, who came up with a wonderful title for something “I could write one day”. I’m sorry its not a social commentary on youth trends and social yo yo, frankly the spirits led me somewhere entirely different, and particularly less relevant. I hope this makes you smile though.  It was a regular Friday evening […]

About Man, Who Once Upon a Time, Came Upon a Fire.

Writers Note: There’s a fire in a pit, for some reason these are the first words that came out my brain when I opened word just now so that’s what I will go with. There’s a fire in a pit ….. When there’s a fire in a pit my son what do you do? Do […]

Rain, A Love Story

For Daasebre Dwamenah, who inspired the sadness inside me even before I knew what heartbreak was. Sing with the Angels, please. If the clouds darken and it thunders and you cant sleep When it rains and rains and the rain does not stop I will ignore my racing heart and walk through the rain So […]