Prashansa Pasari She had been here before. The sweet, mildly fermented taste of cherry wine settled into her tongue. The somehow fresh...

Tonight I started thinking about how things come back around. After many months, secretly, patterns repeat. Like my mindless doodles...

It scares me a little that I wasn't surprised, When what I saw coming home I surmised, To be the end of the world, and how could I, With...

Affogato, known in full as gelato affogato al caffè  is an Italian dessert comprising a scoop of vanilla ice cream, topped with hot...

The darkness won’t hurt me. The slivers of light will— sharp as a knife through the gap between the curtains. There is something in the...

As the clock strikes twelve, in the middle of the night, My eyes close as I wake in a dream with endless, yet unreal possibilities in...

I search frantically the world, Starved, for something touchable. For meaning,  Desperately scouring for memory.   You ask of my dreams,...

“What if that was the last time I saw her?”  The following piece is about this very question that plagues the narrator’s mind. Her time...

I was sinking in an ocean. And these hefty waves were beating down my back, they were cold and stinging. There was water going up my nose...

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. During the quiet weekends we spent in each other’s arms, this was all that I thought of. With...

It's moments like these, silent but true, when we stare at each other  lying on different beds, everything already said,  that the...

In my room, there is a large window that sits opposite my bed. Outside this window is a bundle of vines that like to wrap themselves over...

Curtains open,  curtains closed  light through the fabric leaves me exposed. Inside I feel a magic  invoked by memories and I speak...

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ancient streets of Sicilily. Luca Romero, a formidable figure in the...

The truth has been told a million times before. It hangs from the trees and  lies unceremoniously on the floor. I trip on it as I walk,...

TW: Talks of self harm and suicidal ideation.  Your hand touched the same wrist the sharp ends did  You saw skin and I saw red, and even...

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping Dr. I stay up all night and through the early hours of the morning, lying in my bed staring at the...

Every night, as our heads hit the pillows, and our heavy eyelids droop to a close, and we enter into a world away from our own. We can...

The Silent Treatment - An Empty Conversation TW: Cursing, Death, Grief. Disclaimer: Language may be considered profane or explicit....

You ask me why I am silent, well, it's because I am worried about death. Your death, my death, the end of it all. I am silent because the...