How to not give up on a blog

It is a curious feeling to be told that new year surely means new resolutions. It is a tiring weight to constantly come up with meaningful words out of whimsical clouds every week, when all you can think of is how exhausted you have become since….. before 2020? or since then? It is maddening when…

Bredele and football frenzies

I am ambushed by rumors of revolutions in places sick of their closettedness . I hear a victory sound, which rang out too soon. I attempt to conjure up a waft of fruits and spices in slightly burnt bredele. I watch as Morrocan flags wave and car honks blast in a historic moment. I fear…

another bullet…

Another bullet passed through shattered dreams that even stuffed lions couldn’t stop the football will never be kicked around again. The birthday party favors will never cover the floor again. Yet another dream of better futures broken, tossed, crippled, and charred, no respect for life or livelihood the mere breath on cold windows of winter…

Of kryptonite and sunsets

Dreams are kryptonite sometimes..  a sort of cryptic message, which can only come from you. And yet, and yet, you’ve taught me every time never to believe you. It’s that illusion no one sees coming. It is the dawn. Is it the sunset? I’m not sure. My history with you is empty. My history with…