My Grandmother’s Vivaldi

There’s so much history found between secondhand books and dusty cassettes, immortalizing the voices of the dead.

The golden age of burnouts.

After all, what has the idea of productivity become if not a way to justify the guilt that comes with happiness?

64.

Despite the gold around her neck, she knew she lost the battle.

AN HONOURABLE SON.

It was his father’s favourite time of the day, A sky set on fire, kissed the waves. Besides the view, …

CLOSET

“Let me out!” The boy screamed He banged the wooden doors that reeked of shame All these years, he hid …

RED

The little girl walked through the crowded streets And swam against the chaos,like a fish against the flow She felt …