Essay

All of me, even the bad parts

I’ve had to learn the hard way, since I graduated into adulthood, that I am every bit a bad person as I am…

Notes from an evening in 2019

From my cozy nook at the cafe, I spy a woman writing hurriedly on what seems to be loose paper. Her brows…

Missing: Her Voice

I am looking for my voice. Have you seen it?

On Writing and its Hiatus

I am frustrated by my inability to write. I am frustrated that the words do not come out the way I envisioned and instead I have these short bursts, these ideas — this ambient world-building in my head. They live for a few minutes and I am enthralled as in a dream and I think — I…

new normal, who dis?

On many nights during the last winter, I often woke up with a start. I had had a recurring nightmare. One in which I could…

A reminder; an instruction

Your body is marvelous.

Hey Denise, I hope you’re okay.

When we first met, Denise told me she liked motorbikes. It was the fall of 2019 and we were discussing…

“Hello, World!”

“When we moved to Malmö I’d been afraid Geir and I would lose touch. That’s what distance does; when the time between…

In the age of farewell

In a New Yorker story from 2016, Paul Theroux writes, “Every visit to an aged…