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2020/11/17 by mkhana

Sometimes sadness knocks you about a wee bit, tears well up and swim about in your eyes, and blink-blinking to push them back doesn’t work like it should. Like it did before. Mourning has never been a comfortable mantle, setting itself about your shoulders, and pushing to settle into your bones as an ache that […]

Shadows and Goodbyes

2014/10/10 by mkhana

I said goodbye, and your blink never happened. You missed it as my face closed, and the shadows within my heart, shuttered over it, inflamed by your indifference and your missing awareness. I remember the moment that my goodbye became final, when I realized that no matter how hard or how long I knocked, you […]

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2014/09/18 by mkhana

It was an amazing feeling, she thought, as she sidestepped stones jutting out from the freshly machine-pressed dirt road. It had been an exceptionally difficult journey but she was finally at a point where she could release her breath and just breathe. Nobody had warned her that it was going to be such a challenge. […]

Mothers. (For Salome)

2013/05/17 by mkhana

When she told me that your mother had died, I felt the whip crack against my soul and I saw you scream and drop the phone. Never before have these miles between our mothers and us been felt more keenly than today at 1455 . . . or two fifty five. My coworkers saw my […]

The Killing of Dreams…(or Little Red Car)

2013/05/07 by mkhana

So I jumped into my little red car and off I went. To save lives. I hoped. The call had come in early. Before the sun had lifted up its vest. Early. Before the rooster had sang the morning hymn. The road to that place was horrid. As usual. My little red car and I […]

Of Bones, Greed and SoulStains

2013/04/18 by mkhana

Your machete cuts into me, my tears melt into my pain and my blood marries the two. You say my bones are precious, my colorless hair and my alabaster skin the answer to your money woes, But you do not see me, my pain, my fear… Your panga cuts into me,