Escapes

I joined Facebook in eighth grade when my best friend told me that this guy that my group of friends and I collectively had a crush on was on Facebook. I thought, I should get on this and I joined. Now about eight years later Facebook feels like a husband …

When we're older we'll tell storiesOf the time as little kidsAliens came to our home.They lived their lives in boxes and boxesAnd saved their emotions in their little pockets.Their smiles stopped just short of their eyesStrong arms and stronger mindsBut still they tripped and fell over on little rocksAnd the …

Young Adult

We were minds of timid curiosity Touching, prodding, slowly patting If it bites, jump back but it must be okay if it doesn’t. Overly imaginative, a little crazy and very stupid But I guess it’s all the same It was celebrated Or met with a slap on the wrist To …

I think I Get Art Now

Last summer a few friends and I had this thing where we got together once a week to talk about weird stuff like conspiracy theories, how the sun will die, Angles, Satanism and…. you get the drift. It was a lot of fun. I kinda wish I could get that …

What Writers Do

It’s been about a month since I’ve come back to Addis. People ask me if I miss Mekelle. I only think about Mekelle when I’m thinking about how much I don’t want to go back. Even though I nearly died a few times because I’ve somehow managed to forget what …

I Don’t Have a Title

This article I am about to share was written about two years ago. I wrote it for Student Ethiopia but my editor who was also my sorta friend thought it was a little deep in the politics so she never published it. The best thing about working for myself is …

I am Not a Poet

This is not a poem.I promise you I am not a poet.This is sometimes the way I talk.And it if kinda rhymes,it is by accident.Coincidence. I hear poets feel a lot,See a lotHear a lotBecause they pay attention.I pay attention.How can I not?How can you not?When hearts are breaking all …