This is an old love letter that I’d written to my boyfriend. Was I in love? I have no idea. But I think I meant what I… Read more “Ramble 134: Love Letters”
Ramble 133: Pink
Pink walls. This color the nearby diner was splashed with. I was sitting across from my father who pushed a black box near my hand. “Your birthday… Read more “Ramble 133: Pink”
Ramble 132: City Lights
I looked down from the plane at a palace, a sea of glistening entities bordering a real sea. A sea of endless possibilities. I agree, it is… Read more “Ramble 132: City Lights”
Ramble 131: About Death
About death, The geography is a labyrinth It is a round odd ball- this Earth It’s vacant, empty, and ghost-like Large swathes of fertility are left to… Read more “Ramble 131: About Death”
Ramble 130: Meeting freedom
Freedom is the taste of a new man’s lips, knowing he doesn’t bother with the taste of mine. Freedom is the feeling of wrapped arms, which don’t… Read more “Ramble 130: Meeting freedom”
Ramble 129: stories of little girls and giant playgrounds
Little girls find themselves in playgrounds, often out of bounds; they run amuck in boundary walls, never confined within them; always in defiance, in opposition to the… Read more “Ramble 129: stories of little girls and giant playgrounds”
Ramble 128: Are you too young to be sad?
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Ramble 128: Are you too young to be sad?
Questions focusing on death, life, and the cruel existence of all that is in-between don’t hit you harder than when you are at your rock bottom. Like… Read more “Ramble 128: Are you too young to be sad?”
Ramble 127: What writing is all about
Writing is not for the weak. It is not to be deleted but shared. Share it with yourself, read it over and over again until its twisted… Read more “Ramble 127: What writing is all about”
Ramble 126: Fat and Thin
Tobacco stained face Yellowed teeth, stink of old neglect Fat fat cheeks, like a little girl That you are. Fat and thin, short and oddly shaped Little… Read more “Ramble 126: Fat and Thin”