Kristin Khadija Mahmoud
By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud When I was a girl, I used to think about the vastness of space. My head would hurt as I tried to visualize how big it could be. Where was it going if it was expanding outwards? What lay beyond it? Was it a blank, white canvass that was slowly being... Continue Reading →
Tangled I am the shattered glass The broken outline of a forgotten past Jagged pieces slashing holes In each of my starring roles. I’m not a melody to be played But I’ll sing the chorus, stand in the parade Held together by thin stitches My wails of sorrow drowned out by ascending pitches A marionette... Continue Reading →
Written by Kristin Khadija Mahmoud; First and last line by Jane Austen I took what was yours and made it mine I watched, writing out each line Careful to prune for the perfect wine Waiting for your secrets to unwind With patience the story grew From infancy to clashing hues This silence is my refuge... Continue Reading →
1, 2, 3 Attempts? Who's Counting? I have attempted to start a blog several times. This is just one of those attempts. Sink or swim. I am always in awe of incredibly talented and creative people and I often wonder how I can become like them. I made a video for a history class and... Continue Reading →
My Little Writing Nook 