A short children’s story — There was once a little girl who had a loving mother. They were poor but the mother made it a point to put healthy food on the table daily. One day, when the girl was 10, her mother said, “You are now big enough to help me with some chores…

Beyond sensual pleasure — For those who live according to the flesh are concerned with things of the flesh, but those who live according to the spirit with the things of the spirit. The concern of the flesh is death, but the concern of the spirit is life and peace. For the concern of…

A Short Dialogue — A Miscarrying Pregnant Mother speaks to a Saint Mother: Dear Saint, you once told me that one must protect life AT ALL COSTS; And that the need to cherish the sanctity of all life (however small) is weightier than all other commandments. All other rules are in essence created to…

Inspired by psychodrama — N- Narcissist, U- Unhinged Bitch, W- Wisdom Figure N: A queer thing this quest for perfectionism is, isn’t it? One struggles to attain an impossible standard of beauty, moral ideal, wrapped up in a cherry red bow coated with a glistening layer of financial success. But what’s life without this struggle? It becomes meaningless. So I struggle sorrowfully…

A Short Christian Poem — The ruffling of leaves Crisp, crackling, cool. I am a snake A legless being. Ruffling ruffling through a world of dead leaves. My neck cranks left and right, Rhythmically, rhythmically, it reaches towards the Sun. I am cold and hard. I long for warmth. But you my Sun, are utterly…

Brutal Honesty under the Influence — Dear Denise, The Ayahuascha is kicking in. I am in the midst of some startling insights. AH, how astonishing. They are like fireworks. They are gorgeous. Denise, You deserve a front role seat to what is going on in my psyche right now. Please remember everything I am about to…

A Short Letter — Dear Emmanuel, I hope this letter finds you well, my Dear Friend and Psychologist. I have written to you to vent and also to generate a record; Lest I should forget the gems of my suffering once this cloud passes. I have noticed of late a cloud hanging over my…

A short fiction — Musings from the death bed — Dear Ely, The doctor has informed that my cancer has spread. I am on my final leg. I find some relief in this knowledge. Before it is too late, and my mind is lost in delirium, I guess it is wise to put my thoughts on paper. Here are my…

A Philosophical Whimsical Fiction — Dear Dr. Stevens (My Dear Friend and Psychologist), I have written this not only as a letter but as a safeguard lest something happens to me tonight. As you already know by now, my step-father, the famous (or infamous) Dr. …