Amanda Quraishi

You can call me Q.

Mar 29, 2020

[#microfiction] - WEEK 13

[#microfiction] - WEEK 13

The old pickup truck trundled down the highway as the first rest station they’d seen for fifty miles loomed ahead. Ahead, a long stretch of road, with nothing but rock and cactus and some pathetic fencing trying to keep god knows what out, or in.

Mar 29, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 3/29/20

#PoetrySunday - 3/29/20

TEXAS From my window I can see springtime laying out her finest. The song plays sweetly, Acoustic guitar and a voice like a breeze through the wildflowers. And right now, in this moment,

Mar 27, 2020

The Times, They Are A'Changin'

The Times, They Are A'Changin'

I've noticed a huge range of reactions to the recent changes in our society - millions now working from home, schools closing, government proclamations, etc. - some folks are thriving, some are struggling mightily.

Mar 22, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 12

[#microfiction] - Week 12

The morning sun peeked over the horizon, sweetly smiling his optimism on all creation. I smiled back as I stepped onto the front porch of the funky old rented cabin that I’d

Mar 20, 2020

Interfaith-ish

Interfaith-ish

I got to be a guest on a radio show this week! My longtime friend Jack Gordon has a show on Takoma WOWD-LP Radio called and I had the opportunity to be on

Mar 20, 2020

On the Shared Struggle of Reality

On the Shared Struggle of Reality

If we can accept that we do not deserve more than any other person, and that the impact of the loss of our own life will not matter or less than anyone else's, we may finally be able to fully experience reality, as it is.

Mar 15, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 3/15/20

#PoetrySunday - 3/15/20

THE HERD Have you heard the news today? Thousands are sick Thousands are dying And the stores are packed And the bars are crowded And everyone is talking And no one is listening

Mar 8, 2020

[#Microfiction] Week 10

[#Microfiction] Week 10

Gen raised her head an inch and tried to survey the bridge from where where she lay. In the semi-darkness she could make out the bodies of her crew. Was she the only survivor? There was no movement. No sound. Just the throbbing red light and silence.

Mar 8, 2020

#PoetrySunday - 3/8/20

#PoetrySunday - 3/8/20

WHITE SKY Sometimes, the sky is white
 No color No cloud defined Just a pale, empty canvas That hurts to look at for too long

Mar 7, 2020

Process First.

Process First.

We have to experience the intensity of our true feelings as they are, in a place where we are protected from judgement and/or exploitation. And we must do so BEFORE we begin to analyze and make decisions about how to proceed.

Mar 5, 2020

#WOManifesto

#WOManifesto

I'm not some impetuous child. I'm not in the habit of overestimating my abilities. The amount of shit I get done every day - with competence and grace - is astounding. I'm not