Stories o Relative Insignificance

I boarded the coach. I was 18 I guess. I didn’t need any permission to leave the country. My dad had bought me a new set of clothes which was really unusual. He always thought that I would always spend money on cigarettes and coffee at school, which wasn’t true but my aunt and uncle told him…

her Goddess was a woman who kneaded the world into this big round bread. there were small tornadoes in the clay bowl when warm water would be poured. Then the flour would be wet, soggy, lumps would come up. So the Mother would scrunch them up into this soft growing mass.
the yeast activated, the dough would sing its particular flavour. The Goddess…

I will always leave you

Your scent will linger like an amorphous shield around me

As bus 50 takes me further down Mydlleton street

there is a vanilla note I wasn’t aware of

Elian’s friend thought about the men in her past. The ones she loved… She always remembered them by the extent of which she got to know more of herself through them. She thought of Narcissus and how she understood that not only was he in love with his reflection, he was also yearning for depth, for more of…

Elian heard the piano at the back of the caffee … the waitress was humming alongside and a patch of blue sky was framed by the large window sill.
Right then,luminescent, in the middle of her chest, her heart sang.
it sang with the memory of last night and the laughter she shared with her best friend, with…