Month: June 2015

My kind (part two)

“Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people.”* … Since ever, you’re expecting them patiently, but for too long you won’t know who they are or what they do in their spareContinue reading

My fear (part one)

I will let Bowie do the honors: Your country’s new, your friends are new Your house and even your eyes are new Your maid is new and your accent, too But your fear is asContinue reading