Creative Writing
Another Letter to My Nephew, Part I
“I, too, share your fascination with colors.
But I am fascinated for all the wrong reasons. I am fascinated not with their sheer essence, but with what they have become fashioned to mean for me, and most frighteningly, will mean for you very soon.”
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Another Letter to My Nephew, Part II
• round 3
Your blood seems to be the culprit in all of this. It restricts you.
Inadequate blood flow to the eyes affects this world’s vision so much so that a boy holding a toy gun can be pegged as a grown man with a real weapon.
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foreign, or nychtophobia in twelve parts
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In broken English she says her name is Risha. Or something close to it. I don’t remember. It is stuck, lodged between reaction and welcome.