Poetry
Recipe for Disaster || by Nadia Khalil
December 15, 2021
___ I tried to make a meal out of the rechauffe my life became so I. I picked a pot whose lid trembles with…
___ I tried to make a meal out of the rechauffe my life became so I. I picked a pot whose lid trembles with…
IT HAD BEEN HER idea to visit the sea one last time. They travelled in punishing silence, cocooned in grief…
_____ I used to play that old piano in your living room the one that was two hundred years old and had abou…
—for the weekly writing challenge, with the prompt, 'fight at a funeral'. The ambience of the fu…
___ To my mother, a prayer is a brittle thing that morphs into splinters when it crashes into a faithless hear…
Everyone is a monster: the difference between me and you is how much our hands can close around. And whethe…