I am looking for my voice. Have you seen it? Here is a police sketch of it. For starters, it sounds a bit like everything and also a bit like nothing else ever has. It sounds like a rose on the brink of death — the petals wither at first…

I am frustrated by my inability to write. I am frustrated that the words do not come out the way I envisioned and instead I have these short bursts, these ideas — this ambient world-building in my head. They live for a few minutes and I am enthralled as in…

Your body is marvelous. Don’t call it names. Fat, thin? Have some respect for it. If you are reading this, it has carried you through a pandemic. It houses an arsenal of weapons against the most dangerous organisms and yet. What do you do? You focus on a tummy roll…

I wore someone else’s personality for a day. It felt cool and new; I felt alive. And then it began to prickle. At first just a little - an itch I could rub away and then it came back with aggression till I felt like I was in wool; too…

It is easy to hide behind the sales and discounts of purchase, a cursory understanding of hobbies, and a quick whisper or two to acquaintances, “do you think she will like this?” Boxed and wrapped, upping anticipation, a poor gift is a substitute for soft-spoken words, kindly attitudes, and compensation…

Hey you. I saw you on LinkedIn the other day. Five years on, a job in a company that sounds famous. I don’t understand what you do — there are new age terms in your title that sound important. I expect my profession sounds the same to you too. I…