Moribund My mother is dying. One day last June, a friend told me that a person’s eyes turn white when they are on the verge of death. I remember because she used the term moribund. My mother is dying, but her eyes are getting darker. The room is hot. This room, contaminated by the smell … Continue reading MORIBUND
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RUNNING
RUNNING by Fortune Aganbi Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myselfI am large, I contain multitudes.– Walt Whitman, Song of Myself. My name is Fortune Aganbi and because it's my birth month... *** Growing up, I realized I run away from pain a lot instead of processing it. If something bad happens … Continue reading RUNNING
DEAR FRED AND THE OTHERS…
It's crazy that it is six months later today after you left that I have found the courage to write about us, my silence, the whispers and the truth. Forgive me, I was gathering storms. It's been hard. Everything. I do not know why I haven't taken my life yet. Perhaps it is because my … Continue reading DEAR FRED AND THE OTHERS…
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