Seima LubabahinScritturaIf I Were A Tattered BoardMother told me I was a chatty kid who didn’t lose her voice in the crowd.2d ago2d ago
Seima LubabahinScritturaThe Final RoundThe only mistake Luca had made was opening her horizon to the world. Unfortunately, Judy learned.Apr 29Apr 29
Seima LubabahMy Father Is His Mother’s SonA Poem — “No,” he’ll say, “I’m my mother’s son.”Mar 18Mar 18
Seima LubabahinScritturaA Fleeting Lifetime on A Spinning RockI’d been running into the fog, believing I would reach a destination. Little did I know the fog was a plain track that went on forever.Feb 8Feb 8
Seima LubabahinScritturaLanguage AcquisitionMaya had been on Ayu’s mind lately because what kind of person suggested someone being bullied to stay silent?Jan 30Jan 30
Seima LubabahAdam’s Child Playing with GodA Poem — He becomes a gun Another tool to defend their kingdom built on top of neglected prayers.Dec 2, 2023Dec 2, 2023
Seima LubabahFuneralA Poem — I held a funeral yesterday for a guardian raised amongst OleandersNov 29, 2023Nov 29, 2023