Tag Archives: nonfiction

SideBar – An Ode to Applesauce

Applesauce.  I never paid any attention to applesauce,  But after you got sick, it became a part of my everyday.  Sometimes, you would humor the nurses and me by eating your applesauce.  But that all changed once you asked me if I would like one. Innocently, I said yes, not knowing what was to unfold.  IContinue reading “SideBar – An Ode to Applesauce”

Wishing Jar

So many wishes…pretty ones, shimmery ones, sturdy ones, vibrant ones, dull ones, lovey-dovey ones…I had so many wishesbut they never left my lips to reach youbecause the space between us felt too great.So many wishes thatI’d wished you’d fulfill,I wished to fulfill,I wish we would fulfill.How silly of me, to walk around with all theseContinue reading “Wishing Jar”

Itch

I showered yesterday because I was itchyNot dirty,itchy.Then I remembered that it was spring and that I’m allergic to what is present in the air.Then I remembered that before menstruating, my scalp becomes uncontrollably itchy.It may be the hormones…Maybe I did shower because I thought I was dirty.Or was it the season?Or perhaps the hormones?OrContinue reading “Itch”

Dreaming of You

Silence fills the space,the atmosphere and decor is warm, soft yet vibrant.A fancy hotel, red carpets,a grand staircase,chandeliers,marble…Then there’s us, giggling, full of mischief,enjoying one another company.I haven’t seen you in so long.Even though I could not make our your face, I knew it was you.We ate all the sweets we shouldn’t have, not payingContinue reading “Dreaming of You”

Croissant

I was interested, but unsure if you felt the same. A bread and coffee shop served as our mutual domain. Our interactions resembled the fare served there. Light and buttery.Deep, dark, and robust.Sweet and sharp.Stickiness that tickled the fancy… Unlike the weather, our growing interactions never waned But when you said my name and askedContinue reading “Croissant”

This Is What Showing Up Looks Like I

You said that you were refraining from cursing, even though the word was right there on the tip of your tongue, locked behind the bars, known as your lips. We were young in our friendships, so I did what I believed to be showing up for my friend in their time of need. So likeContinue reading “This Is What Showing Up Looks Like I”