Writing – circular staircase

June 27, 2025

deary diary

May 17th Another day, another headache, dear diary. Arturo says it’s nerves. I don’t think it’s nerves. I think it is the opposite of nerves. I’m so happy my head is literally not figuratively splitting. Headache, schmeadache, my first week at the Copernicus went great. I’m not working on any of the major artifacts found

Lucky One

The bite of scotch bonnet nipped at Anika’s nose. Humming, Joachim was whipping up shrimp and jollof rice in his kitchen for their special evening together. Tenderhearted, Joachim went out of his way each day to make her feel special. It was their first anniversary. She was so lucky with Joachim. They’d met at work.

The Eyes Have It

The mouth says nothingInsipid, tame creatureSmiling apologies all day The ears are uselessSuperfluous ornamentsThey can’t even shield No we are every emotionEvery intrusive thought under lids like the flicking of a cat’s tail, peaceful or livid, look and learn We are a blink from cryingThe windows to this soulstare into us then glance away We