Starting Again

The cover cracks unhappily as I thumb the first page and lay the journal open on my bed. The cap comes apart from the...

Silent, fast speaking new year

To the unheard voices, To the feeble voices , (Only whispers at midnight.) To the strong minds, limbs, lungs and hearts, Whose voices are unheard, Feeble, For they have to listen And...
Confidence

Confidence

Public speaking always terrified me. I hated the sound of my own voice Amplified through the microphone, Every crack of my throat audible against the silence of...

Creative Writing: The reverie and romanticism on Death

On the balcony, this morning, I imagine myself falling and shattering, my remains an echo on the pavement like pieces of eggshell, their inside layer...

Opening a jar of mayonnaise in a sexual manner

My finger caresses the Helmann’s label gently. It beckons to me, and I dream of slapping it on thick betwixt my buns. I insert my thumb...

Make it new

“Make it new,” he muttered, sliding the final pin into the top right corner of the banner. He let it go and watched as...