Jasmine Nihmey Vasdi

December 18, 2018

Circles

What was it again? The stories from the back of the room no longer silent. The slight person standing had that pearlescent skin, wet stone under loud moonlight. Something else fell. This time from the front – a piece of brick or stone or something that was too fragile to begin with anyway. Now throw the ball to me, yes to me. Three loud slaps on the […]