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I am not

Here, a bullet. Here, a sharp, straight, blunt nothing. Here, a brief and faceless piece. I am not offering a feature photograph for this. I don’t think you deserve one. I am not offering anything elaborate. You don’t deserve it. Look. No Read more…

By ife, ago
Nonfiction

A Decade and Dying

There is no you, there is dying. First things first. There is no way to unsmell the smell of dying. If you smell yourself, you would smell a dying. May your dying be blessed. In all your dying, may there Read more…

By ife, ago
Nonfiction

What is Home?

Begin, maybe, with the pillows.  Perhaps home lies in the softness of a pillow, in the lush comfort of it, our heads lolling, our hearts singing soft songs. Perhaps home is not the big things we think it is, the Read more…

By ife, ago