
The Day I Left the Market Empty-Handed
I stood in front of the rice seller for longer than I needed to. He must have thought I was comparing brands, but I wasn't. I was doing arithmetic in my head. "How much?" I asked, even though I alread…

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Ahua, Deve Gura is a poet, writer, and photographer who uses visual and written art to examine daily life. When not working at the tailoring bench, he can be found hiking and documenting the outdoors.
3 essays published

I stood in front of the rice seller for longer than I needed to. He must have thought I was comparing brands, but I wasn't. I was doing arithmetic in my head. "How much?" I asked, even though I alread…

I was jolted awake by a voice cutting sharply through the night. It rose and fell with heat, the kind of tone that signals an argument. Heart racing, I sat up in bed, straining to make out the words.…