Rain Forest

  I returned from The American South with a hunger for the forest, my forest, my pacific rain forest. A friend of mine reminded me that, upon my return home, I needed to get inspired by my own locale - where I live. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Indeed, it did. It also... Continue Reading →

A Topography of Disaster

  Everything falls apart, crumbles to a fine dust that leaves a bone white cloud in its wake. This bone white dust coats my throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe. I gasp, my chest heaves as I struggle to draw air into my lungs. I cannot. I feel hungry for relief, a reprieve from this... Continue Reading →

Alzheimer’s Disease

  “She is leaving him, not all at once, which would be painful enough, but in a wrenching succession of separations. One moment she is here, and then she is gone again, and each journey takes her a little farther from his reach. He cannot follow her, and he wonders where she goes when she... Continue Reading →

Objects In the Mirror

"Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear," she whispered to herself as the wet road whipped passed and the urban panorama flashed and flickered like scenes from a vintage film. The world seemed to have cast itself in black and white today with very mundane shades of gray in between. The words "closing time"... Continue Reading →

Street

  I stood on the street, watching tiny cracks in the window glass spread out like fingers. I stood on the street, watching this web etch itself. I stood on the street, rooted to that one spot of ground. I could hear the wind whisper secrets in an unfamiliar language. I strained to hear, as though... Continue Reading →

Contrast

  Brown girl in a white world. White girl in a brown world. Which one? Both. How can that be? Contrast. Yellow sunshine splashing through my bedroom window. Smoky blue haze scattering across the landscape of my mind. Yellow - the colour of hope. Blue - the colour of beyond, the beyond never reached, though this doesn't stop any of us from... Continue Reading →

Sharp Objects

Sharp Objects Gillian Flynn Fresh from a brief stay at a psych hospital, reporter Camille Preaker faces a troubling assignment: she must return to her tiny hometown to cover the murders of two preteen girls. For years, Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful... Continue Reading →

The Room

The Room by Jonas Karlsson Bjorn is a compulsive, exacting bureaucrat who discovers a secret room at the government office where he works–a secret room that no one else in his office will acknowledge. When Bjorn is in his room, what his coworkers see is him standing by the wall and staring off into space... Continue Reading →

Defining A Mother’s Love

Why do mothers love their children? Do they love them as extensions of themselves? As their own 'creations' ...? As living expressions of the love that conceived them? Or ...? None of these explanations satisfy me. A mother's love goes beyond: pregnancy and gestation embody - symbolize even - a mother's love. During pregnancy a... Continue Reading →

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