(This is an excerpt from my childhood diary.)
Author Archives: Allia (A.E.) Sadeghipour
Cyclobenzaprine: (Noun) A muscle relaxant used for muscle spasms or acute injury
Apparently, I have a cute injury but the diagnosis doesn’t match the damage. Damaged road ahead. Caution! Scurvy crew working. What? I didn’t know the city paid for that. Bunnies on the moon huh? Damn. Then I could never live there because of my horrendous allergy. Thanks for the idea Sargent Newt. What is toContinue reading “Cyclobenzaprine: (Noun) A muscle relaxant used for muscle spasms or acute injury”
Ifrit & Enki
Flame tongue lights fires burning ideas to rampant ash blowing in a flurry and stuffing itself down the vacuous pit swallowing water spouts fuming funneling fantasies two smash like broken glass pieces of perspectives combined catastrophes coalesce in sun bursts
Little Square
That little square. That right there. That little, itty-bitty square. Do you see it? Silly little thing. Do you see its bruise as it tries to move? Do you know why? Is it something recognizable? The square that moves like a circle. A circumference it does not have A mobility it must not have becauseContinue reading “Little Square”
Keep Digging
My grandfather had a hard life growing up. Living in an orphanage until the age of 18, he continuously worked odd jobs that never lasted very long. Supporting his family was one of the hardest things my grandfather ever had to do, but he was a hard working man whoContinue reading “Keep Digging”
The Woman who Thought She Could do Everything
She couldn’t. She tried. It broke her she cried. Unfinished.
Death of the Dreamers
It really is horrifying to awaken to the realism of your adulthood. To watch the news and read the papers only to be told that the dreamers and heroes of you childhood have left this world for a better one. Or none at all? Or perhaps they pass out of this plane of existence knowingContinue reading “Death of the Dreamers”
Goodbye: Khoda Hafez
It was about seven o’clock in the morning in the year 1993 when my mother decided to sit me down at the faded yellow picnic table that we used as a dinning room table. I remember sitting there on the hard wood chair and giggling softly as the chair rocked back and forth due toContinue reading “Goodbye: Khoda Hafez”
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