Yaira EbanksMar 91 min readAre we competing, though unaware, mere pawns in an unseen game?If so, let me find favor in the game master’s eye and stake my life for love. I need not win, only to place. Play to the death, die to lead the race.
Where love, longing, gender, and legacy all tangle.What we want for ourselves, from one another, and how much of that wanting has been shaped by inherited roles. Where love, longing,...
life is beautiful that waytoday, I want to feel everything see it all tomorrow, when I’ve felt too much seen too much I’ll crawl back into my shell life is...
just this old writing habitI cannot take you down this hole there is no rabbit, just this old writing habit, darkness in my head. Remember me as you do instead: the...