Love IS, regardless

After I found out he’d passed, I spoke to him in the small hours of the morning, when I’d wake up with faint memories dancing on my eyes, lingering as dreams. I imagine many of us who have lost someone to the other side do these things. We speak to the departed.

I Can See Your Red

The corners of her mouth were upturned and mischief gushed out of her eyes. She kept a secret, a secret no one would ever get to know. I knew she was duality. I knew her red held the truth to its origin of fire.

The Aged Geisha

I was brought to the back of the salon.  To my left, my eyes were immediately drawn to a pale, well-groomed elderly Japanese woman.  She held a command within herself.  Sitting there, under a regular salon hair-dryer, reading a normal Japanese newspaper, you felt this woman’s heritage seeping out of her in waves.  Her well-manicured... Continue Reading →

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