Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratul2 years ago in Poets
The Bridge Club Coup Every Tuesday at two o'clock they lay their cards face up— not hearts and spades but pay stubs with the amounts blacked out,
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
I was shopping downtown at my local bookstore Looking for the latest book by my favorite author Fully relaxed and enjoying the scents in the shop
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The shoes by the door are mine now. The fridge stays full longer than it should. And the quiet— the quiet hums with memory.
You didn’t meet the milestones like the books said. You met the world on your own time, in your own rhythm— and I learned
You asked me for a story, and I told you one that didn’t end in fear. And somewhere inside me, a little girl finally exhaled.
No milestones today. No tantrums, either. Just cereal on the floor, sticky fingers, a puzzle missing one piece but still worth finishing.
They slam the door before I finish my sentence. And I let them. Not because I’m weak, but because I remember being sixteen
We didn’t always agree— on sleep schedules, screen time, or what love should look like on a Tuesday morning when no one had slept.
There was a time when I answered to one name— mine. Before “mom,” before the calendar filled with other people’s needs,
You don’t notice it at first— the quiet exit. It comes in small, almost-silent goodbyes. The day they stop asking for help with socks.
I thought I’d teach you how to walk, how to read, how to say “please” and “thank you.” But instead— I’m learning how to sit
