Home is Not at Home-Etudaye MA

i am plucking a few pale stars  to braid the tale of a sky. there are times i scour for home like the first time i saw fire  quenching light. i woke up  to see father’s chest stuffed with  muzzles, mother managed to hold  her breaths to bid us farewell as  she withered in flames.  home is not … Continue reading Home is Not at Home-Etudaye MA