insomniac paints a self-portrait in the dark by Leela Raj-Sankar

you know that feeling when you’ve been awake for too long (maybe two days, maybe two hours, maybe you can’t remember) and your limbs are so heavy and the world is pink-tinged at the edges and spinning so fast that the noise in your head recedes for a few seconds/minutes/months (the clock on the wallContinue reading “insomniac paints a self-portrait in the dark by Leela Raj-Sankar”

TRANSLATING MY WORRIES INTO SOMETHING MORE PALATABLE by Charlotte Akello

Mother asks if I can go and stay with my uncle, I know widows swallow responsibilities that their husbands died from and sometimes their eyes hold death/but they know they are the only hope; I want to tell her no/I want to tell her guys are not being trusted/that sometimes blood becomes the thing thatContinue reading “TRANSLATING MY WORRIES INTO SOMETHING MORE PALATABLE by Charlotte Akello”