Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod. As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are… Continue reading Right and New
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Book Review: My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga
46th - My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga Rating: (Good read, definitely!) What is it about: Sixteen-year-old physics nerd Aysel is obsessed with plotting her own death. With a mother who can barely look at her without wincing, classmates who whisper behind her back, and a father whose violent crime rocked her… Continue reading Book Review: My Heart and Other Black Holes by Jasmine Warga
Limerance
Limerance: A Lanterne* I’m not sure if it's love, but heart skips for you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The Lanterne is a shape poem, centered on the page to resemble the shape of a Japanese lantern. It originated as a… Continue reading Limerance
I Remember
I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers--- your happy pills. I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot.… Continue reading I Remember
Bus Girl
Stealthy as she has always been, I almost jumped when she wrapped her delicate arms around me. Age has made it more difficult to stand in an almost jam-packed bus, but the whiff of her freshly bathe scent distracted me the most. Oh, how time flies. *** It was my first day in a new… Continue reading Bus Girl
Puppy Love
Dearest
I hate your attitude that always wants to argue. - I hate your words that you didn’t think through. - I hate it when you gaze to women with body’s your amaze. - I hate it when you say sorry for mistakes you’ve done repeatedly. - But most of all, I hate myself, because I… Continue reading Dearest