The Siren Call

The Siren Call The house was the last kubo by the mangroves,green plastic chairs stacked by the door,near a graveyard of boats where cats bred in the hull. Someone said she lived there.Or only came when the tide was low.Someone said she was a prostitute. I got confused by this.The only prostitute I knew was […]

How The Morning Finds Me

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮,𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨 […]