Pieces

the uncertainty of how the 365 days would go really plunged in my mental this year. normally i’d feel hopeful to write and contemplate on resolutions/plans to create a drive and feel alive. it hasn’t been easy, and i doubt it ever will. the hurdles that i’ve had to learn how to jump felt like a marathon that needed discipline instead of escapism, patience instead of bypassing. and i don’t know what made that the system of the first two quarters; perhaps the lack of boundaries

Dear February, is the name of Jayʼs diary, birthed from the very beginning of a romance that breathed a meaning of love and a recognition...

At the crack of dawn of a new summer where the South African human race chants in glorious contentment, the trees and flowers feeling the...

When Thato decided to tear the plastic and clean the smeared blood on him, he started experiencing a life he had feared would come into...

Rose petals on a turquoise bedding exuding a temporary night of pleasure, perfect bedroom lighting kissing a face of freckles and one...

“I need you,” Selena proclaimed. Drawing imaginary hearts on her lap with the shadows of her fingertips in the corridor of the 7th floor...

CHAPTER I: The Source of a River It is easier to run straight for the knife when every heart you encounter leaves your feet on broken...

What if being masculine meant that you didn’t have to “man up”? This is a question that rushed in my subconscious the first time I chose...