(Broken Together) Her eyes are fixated on his black polished shoes trying to figure out whose reflection is disjointed, his or hers? If she raises her gaze on him, she will notice the translucency of his eyes. Then she’ll regret why she let it get here in the first place. …

(Finding Hope) “It’s your fault she still hurts!” Sarah shouts as she blames me for not seeing things her way. “She is catching some sleep. Try not to wake her up.” I warn softly as I continue washing utensils Ursula and I had used for lunch. “If only you had…

(My Bride Arrives) I got to be honest with you Nelima, I got to. You weren't the only one worried shitless crazy. There used to be others, Nelima, always. You may wonder why, or what was their essence, but Nelima, you and I both know beyond reasonable high that they…

My Mother’s Child, a monologue. My name is Natalie. I am an actress who uses her act to advocate for human rights – LGBTIQ rights. A thing about story telling is, to tell authentic stories you have to surrender yourself to the character you are about to play. Throughout my…

(Rock Bottom — A Melancholia of the Drunk; Series of Monologues, Letters and Rants, by Phill Ibsen) I wonder whether all these will ever end. Fuck my existence and the reason why I live for it. Fuck all the madness. I despise it. I hate it when you make me…

To a Soulmate for Whom Love is Impossible. Dearly Beloved, It is a hot Sunday afternoon. By the window I sit, taking slow breaths, counting my heartbeat, each time fighting the tears cockling at the emblem of my eyes. Outside, the congregation is exalting in hymns. The hymns are not…

The Murder of Okello Kariuki, Kenya – 1990, by Phill Ibsen. The year 1990, was an ordinary day in the age of political assassinations. It was the darkest of times and a scum of death in the face of humanity. Although innocent lives would be lost, no one would be…

Woke up a sad woman, My disgust I never hid behind mascara, He stands beside the wall mirror, “Come on honey, hide your bruises, Cover your face, conceal your tears”, I hesitate, “Don’t you want to look good?” He wields a whip, Lashes it on my hip, Bending me to…

Dear Reuben, I am only referring to you as Reuben because this is the initial of the email address I’m yet to send this application to. It should be noted that I have no idea who lies on the other end, and if Reuben is not the one reading this…