Category: story
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Saturday Nights
i don’t remember you holding me. you said your parents were solving a family feud out of town. we were smoking on your bedroom’s balcony— congested among the bicycle parts and leftover of the science project from last summer. we were listening to Saturday Nights, it used to be your favorite song back then. all…
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water ( short story )
my first born was seven when she asked me if i could teach her swimming, i shortly pulled my head away from the computer screen and instead told her she was too young for swimming. she would often hover around my workspace, slide into my arms or misplace the notes on the desk. i never…
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Breathing
There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She…
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Home is where I am with you.
It is a warm autumn afternoon in this little country side town, the housewives are drying out the laundry with a child on their tired back while the men are laboring at the new cement factory that came up some months ago. The older people lavishly sit on the lawn with rosaries in their hands…
Prena Poetry 