Words bubble up and over, in their haste to take center scene crowding within themselves, aching to make a point and thud out against the soft white, the tale writing itself – unspooling undulating and dancing across the page, painting themselves out of your head, looking for a place to call home, a place for […]
His eyes widened visibly at the sight of me. I looked away and continued to walk towards the corridor opening, veering left so I could avoid him, but I kept watching him from my peripheral vision. He stopped in his tracks. ‘God, you are pretty…’ he almost shouted the words at me, and I paused […]
Word-Experimentalist
Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 