I started my journey on The Famished Road after One Hundred Years of Solitude. It was 2020, the spring of my last year of college and the peak of the pandemic. The world had shut down except for the online world and the world of letters. I took to the latter, as the headlines onContinue reading “Six Years on The Famished Road”
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The Blank Page
A short piece on writer’s block The walls around me are as white as the page in front of me and as white as the sheet I’m seated on, until I shift on the sheet, “Oh sh*t, it’s now creased. Oh sh*t, it reeks.” Gas comes up like a kamehameha. Ahh, my nose! Those channeledContinue reading “The Blank Page”