To Whom It Possibly Perchance May Concern: I hate writing cover letters—not the writing part, the unspoken part, the oynx elephant in the room part, the part that we don’t talk directly about like my unfulfilling relationship that slowly killed me because we got together way too young and we were staying together for the… Continue reading Cover Letter of Quiet Desperation
Morning. Sunlight fills my curtainless bedroom, waking me up at 7am. I begin the day by making my bed. I then head to the kitchen to boil water which I pour into a French press. As my coffee steeps, I water my plants. For the next hour, I drink my coffee and think about the… Continue reading Quarantine Mornings
Our paths crossed at work today. This the noon course meeting? Nope. Right time, wrong room. ok. thanks. bye. Your words like three cold electrons. Last year, we spent our spring break swimming together in the green pools of Wadi Shaab. I coaxed you into its submerged cave. We held hands and jumped from a waterfall— After that trip,… Continue reading Me. You. Oman.