The curtain rod. It looks like plastic. I know it’s not, but it looks like plastic. I stare at it and my mind wanders again. The pain…… Read more “the paradox”
silent chaos
Eyes that think. They suddenly notice The bitten nails and the scars too pale. The knees too dark and ankles frail. The mind must stop taking in…… Read more “silent chaos”
pause
I often dream about people I know personally that have passed on. They tell me how they are, and sometimes come to check in on their closest…… Read more “pause”
Banko: The Last of the Jinsu Parasites
This story is an excerpt from a book I’m writing and plan to turn into a series. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2020 Jessica Sinha “I’ll take…… Read more “Banko: The Last of the Jinsu Parasites”
to the honorable “mediocre”
As I read, and re-read my musings, those older posts, I think back to who I was back then and where I am today. Thankfully my words…… Read more “to the honorable “mediocre””
the past that takes us to the future
Old, crumbled, low-resolution colored photographs are drawn out from my memories into my present. I peer into the eyes of each person, wondering if I can read…… Read more “the past that takes us to the future”
where i belong
everything is aligned, in place, moving along just the way it should be. Why, then, do I still feel out of place? With COVID-19 being what we…… Read more “where i belong”
almond flour chocolate chip cookies
I’ve been searching for a recipe without plain flour. No, we’re not gluten-free. No, we’re not trying to be healthy….though maybe that was the original intent. Using…… Read more “almond flour chocolate chip cookies”
the good person
these last few days I have been thinking about what makes a good person. What makes a person…good. I thought it was simply a clean mind with…… Read more “the good person”
ready or not, here it comes
When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Easier said than done. Sometimes when things don’t work out how we hoped they would, perhaps, I think, it’s…… Read more “ready or not, here it comes”