Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
At night, after my day as a spice merchant concludes, the smell of garlic and onion dust coats my clothes and body like a new skin, as though I am someone different. I do not shower before visiting my parents, my scent melds with their age and confinement. My mother Read more
Sometimes I find her so heavy with thought, She can’t remember where she put it, the thing, the one thing she ought to bring to the houses, with the people who call her— “Friend!” A parting gift, for the folks who stayed. She leaves it with them to be polite. Read more