Bigots

Bigots

Let us dissemble the: β€œI don’t see colour because I’ve decided racism is mean and also please clap” speech that Audun made the other day, okay?Β    Translating that steaming…
The Architect

The Architect

During meditation, I heard (β€œOk now GO!” like my higher self was giving me a full-body green light. This is not a journal entry but a sacred spell being cast).…
Under The Surface

Under The Surface

Fear moulds the surface, but never heals what is beneath. It just teaches kids to hide betterβ€”to flinch faster. Not to understand, not to trust, and not to respect. Respect…
The Casualty

The Casualty

(Note to self:) You were never the sole casualtyβ€”and you are not the only one he has rewritten depending on who his audience is. Let us name that phenomenon for…
A Memo Would Have Sufficed

A Memo Would Have Sufficed

Look, I already know what you are thinking: β€œYes, Melinda. He was the problem. He treated you poorly. Blah blah.” But that is not the point, is it? If I…
Possession

Possession

What if I told you that I loved you, deeply, unconditionally & truly And I cheered you on from the sidelines, felt glee for your budding romances Provided you with…
The Snails’ Perspective

The Snails’ Perspective

He called it a war. We called it a summer. The grass was sweet, the shade soft under thick fig leaves, and the air carried songs not meant for violence.…
Letters From The Front Lines

Letters From The Front Lines

Summer of ’22. The garden. The Great War. βΈ» Dear Human, Day 1 We noticed you planted lettuce. Bold move. We are thrilled. Love, The Snail Syndicate Dear Human, Day…
Ringfinger

Ringfinger

Wrap my eyes in bandagesConfessions I see throughI get everything I wantWhen I get part of you The Only One vs. The Place-marker The Only One: They expect access to…
The Boy Who Sang The Sky Open

The Boy Who Sang The Sky Open

Once, in the place where souls draft stories before they are born, there was a woman made of ink and ocean. She had eyes like tide-pools and hands that stitched…
Action/Reaction

Action/Reaction

No one can make you feel anything without your consent. If someone bumps into you as they walk by and does not even bother to see if you are knocked…
Love Of My Life

Love Of My Life

In relationship therapy, I once took a test that scored me remarkably low on commitment. The results were politely blunt: You do not really see the point, do you? Rudeβ€”but…