This week’s installment of the reader-driven blog serial, Porous. If you haven’t read the first chapter, please click here. Sky-Honey Flakes of snow curl around me like yesterday’s flames. They’re as puffy as clouds, as wet as Kuri’s tongue lapping at my cheeks. They drip from the sky in great empty breaths. I brush them out…
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Working Title: Porous, Chapter 1
This is the first chapter of the story that resulted from all the amazing feedback I got from the prompt I posted on Friday. I’d love for you to read it and tell me what you think. Immolation Petrol. Chemical. The sweet scent of gasoline that burns the back of your throat. Slick on my…
Read MoreIt’s My Birthday!
Today, January 3, I, Amira K. Makansi, am 25 years old. A quarter of a century. When I was born the Berlin Wall was still around, the Internet hadn’t been ‘invented’, and ‘smartphone was a nonsensical word. Now I’m twenty-five, thinking about history and wondering where I will be in another twenty-five years. Birthdays are…
Read MoreI Wanted To Love You
In the snow, we whistled, chased birds, threw ourselves down hills, ran along railroad tracks and chased trains blindly through the soft senescent light of streetlights. We drank tea and coffee and ran together and fought and I broke the spines of your books as an act of vengeance. In the flowers, we bled, we…
Read MoreThe Day of the Dead: Deliverance
None of them are easy. Scooping up a soul just as it leaves the body is never a task I relish; it’s just the task I was assigned. Some are reluctant but accepting; some kick and scream as I cut the strings; some relish the deep sleep of Death as they throw themselves willingly into…
Read MoreDreams of Fire and Death
This is a bit of ‘extra’ material to go along with the SEEDS trilogy. It’s a character-building exercise I did to get in the head of one of our characters, though I won’t say who – that might give away plot points from the books! It’s a very dark scene from the head of a…
Read MoreLaw of Conservation – A Short Work Of Fiction
Green. Red. Pop. The echoes hiss down upon us distantly like a noise underwater, or from far away. I sit in a crowd of hundreds of people, children and adults, squealing, pointing, shouting at the sky. Green, blue, white, pop, pop, pop. The height they will reach is equal to the initial velocity times time…
Read MoreA Poem
Seeing as it is Poetry Appreciation Month, I decided to try my hand at writing one of my own – something I haven’t attempted since college. I’m not much of a poet, and I wouldn’t consider myself particularly well-versed in poetry (see my previous post) but now seems to be as good a time as…
Read MoreInstantaneous
transient, mortal moments glow like fireflies in sweaty summer air a sparkling canvas united against the black banner of night burst like meteors streaking brightly across the sky doomed to fall
Read MoreScraps & Thoughts
you my paranoid obsession me a vector in your direction // The night brings a consumptive melancholy Its fingers caress my skin like A scalpel Surgically removing what remains from daylight A tired terror drives this apathetic synthesis of dissonance and relief // “Oh we flee the scene of our little crime We feel so…
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The Z-Axis 