Gray Areas
Previously in Taste of Mel… As told by Mel * When you put promises into words and utter them into existence, the universe gives you an opportunity to fulfil them. That’s the power of the spoke...
Pea in the Pod
Previously in Taste of Mel… As told by Mel * Time dilates when you’re sitting on a toilet seat waiting for a blade of paper to tell you whether your life has changed irreversibly. Three blades...
Renegades
Previously in Taste of Mel … As told by Mel * On Sunday, I step out of the May, morning drizzle and wipe the dew and grass off my shoes on the door mat outside my house. Inside, I am greeted by ...
Kindergarteners
Previously in Taste of Mel… * As told by Mel * The week after Jonathan and I leave Naivasha, I find myself at a golf club on Monday evening. The clouds have taken on a blue hue that is absent of...
Fire Whisperer
Previously in Taste of Mel… As told by Jonathan * We’re still sitting on the terrace when a chill seeps back into the air. Mel is hugging herself out in the garden, talking to a woman (who tog...
Soar
Previously in Taste of Mel… As told by Jonathan * Tuesday morning I’m leaning against the warm hood of my car, one hand tucked inside the pouch of my hoodie. I’m talking to my buddy Bram about m...
Grown Folk
Previously on Taste of Mel … As told by Jonathan * Saturday night I’m pacing outside my bathroom chewing on a slice of pizza. It’s been over half an hour since Mel went to soak in the tub an...
Guest Post: Over the Edge
Story by Habiba Billal *** “Damn it Gabby, what is wrong you?” Seth asked walking into the kitchen in a pair of briefs beneath a glaring beer gut and a chest that was precariously close to needing...
Tremors
Previously on Taste of Mel … On the cab ride home, I keep checking my phone for a call or text – anything from Harry explaining why he left our date like a mother ostrich to its threatened egg...
The Witch’s Lair
Previously in Taste of Mel … The house is a duplex whose front door opens into a foyer. There’s a wooden coat hanger on one side that accosts you like a gnarly butler as soon as you open the d...