RECAP Surini makes a startling revelation about herself and Misha’s true identity. Misha also finally discovers who Kelly actually is. However, before all the new information has sunk in, her room is flooded with camouflaged figures. …AND NOW Misha was getting tired of passing out so much. As if all this weirdness was not enough Read more…

I will live in the in-between land where the far-off murmurs of the crowd give me company while I tell stories to myself. I will build a hut in the fringes of fraternities and forests, where I’ll plant a garden for the deer and demons. I will write poetry from treetops for the life of Read more…

Nostalgia is in the brown half-toothed smile your sister flashes upon you after you buy her the chocolate-chip ice cream instead of the cheaper vanilla. Nostalgia is in the surreptitious smile you catch your mother in, as she stumbles upon an old song that must have rewound the time for her. Nostalgia is the echo Read more…

RECAP After her bizarre dream, Misha finally confronts her mother about the connection between the recent events in her life and their lineage. However, just as she startles Kelly with the eerie details of her dream, she is seized by a throbbing pain. The unbearable pain eventually relents, only to leave her face-to-face with a Read more…

Autumn always reigned on the tree of my dreams Multicolored leaves and angling twigs   Leaves always seemed to leave on pilgrims To the god of death and his temple of twisted limbs.   Passersby always heed the aging hues of their rims With a kind word or two, adieu they always bid.   Buds Read more…

Had I been God, clouds would be lilac and lilacs would be white.   Had I been God, the grass would glow as your homing guide.   Had I been God, each breath you took would enliven a sprite.   Had I been God, the length of your braid would mirror your mind.   Had Read more…

RECAP Misha regains her consciousness in a small underground room after she fainted at the downtown café, which she was wheedled into visiting by a mysterious sparrow. Even as her abductor offers her a golden opportunity to escape, she finds compelled to stay put and listen to the secrets he has in store for her Read more…

Change I would, many frames of my life, The picture, I have only one.   Drink I could, many cocktails of love, The water is always from you.   Climb I might, many mountains of righteousness, The gray fields of our shared mischiefs is where I play.   Sing I often, sultry songs of misgivings, Read more…

The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…

The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. Read more…