Merak Magazine

How To Stay Alive

For myself and perhaps for some others it is all about watching, no, admiring the crystalline examples of intelligence found at times in the shade on a far-too-hot afternoon, those winged ones I share this staying-alive thing with flutter about…

My Living Dead Father

“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.”   My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…