Tag Archives: Jamie Uy

His Gaze Hits the Side of Your Face

and the groove of your father’s gun stays with you for a long time. He has always been a hunter, it has never been any different, but when you walk up the winding path to church for confession you remember … Continue reading

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what kind of stories do you want to write?

i want to write a story that smoothens out the wrinkles lining my mother’s face. something that goes down like warm milk. the soft electric hum of a toothbrush cleaning away plaque as you stand on your two steady legs. … Continue reading

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guilt

you were the pretty one your face was a lace handkerchief with sugar cube lips ears like teacups and eyes like cake knives at the dinner table when we had guests you sat with your spine straight while your heart … Continue reading

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