Sayaka Murata’s Parable of Alienation

“Convenience Store Woman” and the post-human.

Venmo?

Fucking Venmo?

For months and months I leaned into grief
I slept with sadness
And wrote my heart out
Until I…

In the out breath

Wisp of smoke surrounds me in winter’s air,
from my mouth a cloud spews forth as breath,
yet it holds mysteries that only the…

To the Recipient

Dearest you,

Please come home. I have waited so long to be beside you and your face is quite like the…

Epilogue.

Towards the end
my sister told me that she was so tired of being a person.
Turn me into a painting or a poem, she said, her last words to…

The Sound of Words

Pen glides
Quietly
Like a baby’s 
Breath
Reminding me
My words must

Sparks in darkness

To remember it, the fascination, infatuation with the smell and touch of someone else’s skin. Sparks in darkness.

Take me North

take me to the North where my weary mind can finally rest from sabotage and frailty….

Welcome Back

by Tommy Paley

Welcome back. It’s nice to see you again. Don’t worry! I can’t actually see you.