Dearly beloved male reader, You are a necessary part of this world. The world as we know it exists because of you; if you were no more the world …
He asked me to touch him. His protruding veins spread out like lightning across a cloudy sky. He took me in his arms, sat me on his laps, laid my …
You dream it. The day you shall wake and here and everything that came with it will be long gone. I watch you scrub your body with hopes that once …
Character is fate and character is the accumulation of habits formed over time. Nothing, then, is by chance. Mtshali’s “Boy on a Swing” has resonated with me over the years …
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters… Don’t tell me why you love me. Keep that to yourself. I don’t ever want …
Perhaps the saddest thing about this image is that I see myself but without my kids. Anyway, don’t read this story. My life is a movie. I never thought …
Lipstick gloss. I’ve caught myself thinking about it lately. Now, it’s not some thought I get lost in hoping that my more logical side would stroll by and snap me …
I think clowns are the saddest characters created; no nuance, just straight out comic. There is nothing funny about this world, and to be subjected to producing comedy with no …
Dear male reader, Productivity. Hence, again, I need must implore you to bear with me over the delay in the letter concerning hair and its symbolism. I do not …
Dear Oparawhyte Writer, I hope this letter offends you. I hope it offends you enough to pick up your pen and write, and should it fail to do so …