"And why have you summoned me, child?" "I'm forty-seven years old, no need to be patronizing, even if you're a demon." I paused, and added, "If you don't mind." It smiled with all its mouths and countless fangs. Its voice was a discordant chorus. "I don't mind at all. It’s refreshing to have someone who knows who they are. What is your reason for summoning me, woman? Wealth? Beauty? Love? Youth?" "Can you bring back the dead?" It cocked its head quizzically and slithered clos

Exile is an alien concept; I think I should need to sink deep roots into a place, Tangle my memories with the history of my land, my country, To be able to say, This is my past, right here, this was where I used to be. I do not have deep roots. Not for lack of trying, for I am always wishing to have a place That means real and mine That cannot be replicated elsewhere Some call it a home; I do not recognize Such a thing. In the place of home, I have my used to be, This used to