The Physics of Coffee Steam
I don’t remember making coffee. It’s that kind of morning… Most stories are lies—even the true ones—but I love them anyway.
my Ink my Marrow
I want to write how I paint. When I pick up the paintbrush, there is a canvas and a commitment. A commitment to paint until the canvas disappears. When I wrote my morning pages these past two days, I found it was a little more like that. It doesn’t really matter how well I write.…
Who is MJ Shafa?
I’m just another person. Another human wandering. Just like you, my eyes water when the wind blows sand their way. Just like you, I try my best to wipe the grains off without scratching my corneas.
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Milk of the Mind 