Wanderlust
Awais had a great thirst for adventure. During his college days he toured several places with his classmates in a college bus.
Stories Poems Essays
The Comfort of Strangers
It was me who dropped the box of Band-Aids into the toilet. None of us wanted to admit it, but Ben and Jimmy had had nothing to confess.
Prepared
Outside, the hot August sun branded everything in its path, seeking out every cleft and angle. But not here. Room 263 of the Samaritan Home was…
I See You
Ex-husband with new woman; This one counts. Words of admiration Roll off his well-kissed lips. He gushes her accomplishments. We’ve been here before.
Swallowed
When we made love, I thought of nothing but the parakeets. They were four floors below in Samantha’s study. I feared they were starving.
Courage and Choice
A wise old art dealer in Amsterdam liked to tell a particular story, over appelflappen and coffee, of when he was not so old and not so wise.
DR. NO RKVRY?
Writer works to get under skin, doc rushes through gore he bathes within… Shrieking from someone else’s…
“In Her Garden” and “Fresh News”
Big mama said she’s plum gone there’s no more chunky, copper moon walking over her head she reserves the right to wear white…
The Years
I am sitting on an exercise bike, slowly moving my feet, circling, circling, pushing just enough to barely move the pedals. It is exhausting.