Boundless Entries

"Never fearing depth, my only fear is that of shallow living"

  • Mother’s Day at war

    Mother’s Day at war

    Oh, to be a mother during wartime.And to be a working mom during wartime. When schools have no schedules, no routines.When you wish you had enough hands to cover the ears of every single child. All of them. When being somewhere relatively safe, for now, doesn’t shield you from a four-year-old’s question:“Will I die?” How… Continue reading

  • Pinetrees will be the end of me.

    Pinetrees will be the end of me.

    OPENING ACT I. ACT I I float on words that don’t rhyme. On incoherent sentences. Fragmented meanings. I float past stories untold. Of how this place came to be. And why this life chose me. ACT II There is no sound. No voice and sense that can be made. From these lips. Sealed to protect… Continue reading

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  • My dad manifested with such intention, he became the world.  

    My dad manifested with such intention, he became the world.  

    Before he could share an inspirational reel, there was a time when my dad hid handwritten prayer notes in my closet. Before he could send me a YouTube link of an orchestra, my dad used to buy Yanni concert tapes and we would spend our week night way past school bedtime with eyes full of… Continue reading