Oblivious

One time my friend met a boy at a club and they exchanged phone numbers. It was a Friday night so she had excused herself from study in exchange for debauchery and drinking, dancing and drugs – a ritual. That

remember god // اذكر الله

jihadists

    in lebanon  

pro-creation

I’m sitting in a café reading excerpts of excellent prose and as I read this one by David Foster Wallace, a writer who I have been afraid to read because he has made my friends cry and my feelings are

bloodsuckers

My day today is cursed with things taking blood from me that I cannot see. I woke up to the feeling of something fragile and winged latched onto my naked shoulder blade. Sleepy and drenched in California sun and my