#RPintheRP: A Travelogue
I was on my way back to Canada — specifically lining up to get my boarding pass at NAIA Terminal One — when Six called me and asked how I was. “It hurts,”… Continue reading
I was on my way back to Canada — specifically lining up to get my boarding pass at NAIA Terminal One — when Six called me and asked how I was. “It hurts,”… Continue reading
1. Undue gratification / mixed hesitation or heresy 2. the sound of socks creeping down the stairs and none 3. who owns a memory who steals a memory ? 4. Does the backyard… Continue reading
Spread, mist, and glow again — and wet the sharps of grass. Men rushing, huddled, panting, torn: scarves and pashminas saluting flags. Automobiles in oscillating luminosity: swerving! honking! o drab drab morning rush!… Continue reading
In truth, a graveyard lies not a mother. Mothers never die. They simply go into hiding. And like a childhood daze, it’s up to me to seek. While her ashes may be miles away, Mother’s… Continue reading
It wasn’t until a couple of days ago, after I was done unpacking in my new place, that I was finally able to sit down, put my feet up, and watch the much… Continue reading