Posted at 3:20 pm , on April 1, 2020
Last night I was changing the bedsheets when that day sprinkled over my mind like snow caps a mountain. Beautiful. Brutal.
This always happens when I’m making the bed. I’m banished to that day at that hotel we stayed in Iran, when time stood still or it slowed down or it vanished or as the calendar tells me, it went on as normal… Seems like a galaxy ago now. Seems like yesterday. It was snowing in Mashhad. You took a photo of me outside the hotel and laughed because I was wearing gloves, remember? Back in the hotel room, it seemed like the bedsheets had conspired with the world outside, for they were also criminally cold and snow-white. Do you remember feeling them, dad? When the paramedic gently pulled them over your face…
Come visit. Please. We’ll take photos again. This time, you can don the gloves.
Posted at 10:11 pm , on March 23, 2020
He had curly hair and curled words to make strangers laugh and sometimes the strangers felt good and sometimes they didn’t but he never gave up and even though he had the recipe to happiness he wasn’t the best chef then one day the universe sprinkled a winking star over his sometimes rock-strong sometimes rock-tender heart and it took him one gaze to know
She was a queen. He learned she was formed on a planet called earth and her magnetic eyes had the power to hypnotise the moon and brew tides and it took him one gaze to discover that tidal waves shift the heaviest of anchors and that night before the sun clocked in for a new shift he was tamed under the lullaby of her splendid spell
And her eyes. They were like a star’s song and her smile was like a star’s dance and in one gaze his heart surrendered its pilot and he fell short of words and short of breath and he just fell
The moment the two of them locked souls was as beautiful as a natural disaster. His heart and her heart sang a beat so dulcet that volcanos erupted and lava cascaded over rocks and the rocks melted and his heart which was sometimes like a rock thawed
The queen. She liked that he had curly hair and curled words to make her laugh and sometimes she felt good and sometimes she didn’t and she also liked that he never gave up trying to make aliens laugh too and with that one gaze before the sun clocked in for a new shift it dawned on her that even though she had different ingredients her recipe to happiness was the same as his