Amanda Quraishi

You can call me Q.

Feb 16, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 2/16/20

#PoetrySunday - 2/16/20

PRECIPICE In an instant, all may be lost. In an instant, all may be gained. But you’ll never know until You walk right up to the edge Face the abyss With its

Feb 16, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 7

[#microfiction] Week 7

She had lived her entire life in this village. She’d watched a generation come up after her and move away. She had watch the generation before her slowly die off. There seemed to be nothing else to do except to wait her turn.

Feb 3, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 2/2/20

#PoetrySunday - 2/2/20

1:36 AMI think of all those pretty songs That make a girl Want to dance slowly And forget The time. Record needle hits and Seconds later The long, low sound From that

Feb 2, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 5

[#microfiction] Week 5

This morning her mug sat empty on the table across from him. He had placed it there, knowing full well she would never join him again for coffee.

Jan 31, 2020

The Process.

The Process.

This is the process. It's horrible, and glorious, and violent and ecstatic - and the only way out is through.

Jan 26, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 1/26/20

#PoetrySunday - 1/26/20

WALK Words are lovely, aren’t they? The way they curve and jut. The way they amble across the page, A scenic route to my message for you. Let’s walk this path

Jan 25, 2020

[#microfiction] Week 4

[#microfiction] Week 4

Chaos reigned in the city. Ten million people, going fast in every direction, like an anthill scattered by a careless boot. Smoke filled the air. Screams of terror every few moments. All the

Jan 24, 2020

Seriously.

Seriously.

Yesterday afternoon I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I looked like I felt - heavy, tired and worried. And older.