I am mourning my liberty, not simply liberty to live but liberty to naively believe this land could be kind to me. I was wrong. - I am mourning my naivety I thought that four years of sheer ignorance was enough to prevent another four years of catastrophe, I was wrong. - I am mourning … Continue reading A Morning of Mourning
Instagram is the Anti-Hero In My Life
I suppose this teeters on the brink of poetry and prose. Maybe an essay, a memoir, a love letter, a declaration of war This is a pin-pointed jab at the core of the scorching insecurities curling in my gut you, I point a laser at you, omniscient god that watches over me i n s … Continue reading Instagram is the Anti-Hero In My Life
A Handful of Poems for the Hopeful Soul
A small collection of poems by Riya M. Cyriac Sovereign After all these years I’m beginning to question why I chased those dreams, those phony dream-like lies. Or if I had a dream at all And simply succumbed to the pressures of matching up To the ambition I saw in my peers I need not … Continue reading A Handful of Poems for the Hopeful Soul
Yonder Lies The Sunrays by Riya M. Cyriac
This short story is also published in The Ambient Heights Anthology. Tara picked at the grime under her chipped nails. She gnawed on the last piece of the stale bread she bought for thirty cents at the corner store and kicked a rock out of her path. It tumbled onto the empty road, covered in … Continue reading Yonder Lies The Sunrays by Riya M. Cyriac
A Handful Of Poems For The Restless Soul
This is a handful of poems from my soul in my weariest time, when everything within me seems to die. I hope you can also relate with some of the emotions that I've felt in my past, and realize that while your soul may be restless, your endurance will prevail. This is an excerpt from … Continue reading A Handful Of Poems For The Restless Soul
The Moon and Her Children
the moon rises to her throne in the night sky, a call to her sons and daughters the one million stars twinkling up high the sun takes his rest after his day of thrills coddled within valleys hidden behind hills the cacophony of space the quiet mystery that it holds each constellation is a … Continue reading The Moon and Her Children
The Enthusiast 