Quietwar

As we have been driven by our fear state, we seek immediate gratification, relief. We turn to films and shows of the lives of others we can escape ourselves into until we become non-living even just for a moment. In our rooms, our doors close so we can exist in a virtual reality. We’ve stopped…

W▲RP△TH on the thin line, be

  ▲ I want to have him steeped, in the wrath I use to stir my tea and make him feel the feathered down till the gentle white falls all around him and his waist-side curve of a crooked smile where words escaped and gutted my insides △ I want him in my deep right above…

Sleepless, CA

Burying old memories only to have them resurface as our surroundings bring forth familiarity and teaches us to in turn, live for the feeling of nostalgia to bring us back again. © Photo by Alison Scarpulla

Story About A Friend

I confessed spilled secrets on her dress rubble in my chest as I drag her in my mess feels like a burden where I am my own warden policing what I find tucked somewhere in my mind as she too rewinds to unravel the chaos until it unwinds to become a sunshine in our own…

Blink of an Eye

I. I was born a golden china doll, least that’s what everyone taught me to be she sang I was her only sunshine made her happy when skies are gray over and over until I could smile through the pain I learned how to close my eyes one day where I lived more awake I…

Scapegoat

I “like” all the men who beat on their chest, claiming “I am mind” and that “women are crazy” yet “better with babies” And here’s where it starts not to rhyme : Would you hand a woman in an insane asylum, a baby to care for? In front of the feet, of girls who can’t speak,…

Contours

I gently trace my fingers along the edges of where the mountain meets the tall baby blue above My arms wave softly in the air as I follow the ridge like a maestro speaking language with a soundless caress I’m learning the mountains language reading the jagged rough like braille I know you with my…

Prayer Beads

Gilby leaned over Kartiks’ Tibetan prayer beads he was thumbing, as he granted himself time to wonder whether or not his spirituality was worth the purchase. Gilby chimed, “oh nice, Japanese beads!” The store clerk tilted her head momentarily, purses her lips as if to say something but kept her hands busy instead to the…

Portrait of a Father

I knew a brilliant man, a fatherly man who bookmarked his heart between the lines of alpha, beta, & gamma. He came from a great man, a proud fatherly man who had taught him to feel isn’t man. So he canceled half his mind, reading between lines, from works of Einstein, Thales, Descartes. Lost in a world who’s puzzle he understands…

Yesterday

I. He bent his knees to mine as my train arrived and gave me a breakup, and an ‘i love you’ before he could exhale – my legs still warm from his body. It became commonly performed and recited as if it were his religion, the train stop acting as his sanctuary. The memory still…

The Disappearing Act

An exciting moment presents itself to me, but I reserve the feelings. I freeze the moment in time until I am safe enough to feel happy about it. Months from now, I’ll be able to relive this memory and let the feeling sink in. For now it’ll remain as insignificant as the lint inside of…