Phill Ibsen

You let a good girl go when you couldn’t keep it in your pants. She asked you to wait. She told you she wasn’t ready. She said she couldn’t have it yet. She said she was still laying her eggs, it wasn’t safe. But you couldn’t wait. Somehow you figured you can’t spend a day… Read more

There’s was once a woman I used to know. She wasn’t just in love. Her man built barricades on her paths. He was a drinking one and a temperamental one. In the morning, he could leave home for no job but to the local drinking den, till in the evening. And later go home with… Read more

It’s been seven weeks now, and Staicy’s room is still empty. Her make ups miss her gently touch; the mirror miss her stares; the clothes miss her body that could befit them; her dolls, her bed miss her warmth. More than we do. Her picture lays beside the bed. The curtains to her rooms have… Read more

“Well played… well played… well played..!!!” A man walks through the wooden portal of entry of the cathedral, with gusto embroidered in his sleeves; dripping off from his black trimmed suit onto his sparkly calculated steps. Clasping his hands; still at the entrance, the light sets on his back from the outside, projecting a long… Read more

(Of nostalgia, melancholies and dreams we once had but was forced to forgo) Part 1. Back in high school I had a girlfriend who was just a friend. Occasionally we could talk, share dreams, or sometimes just sit in silence. She was the kind who knew of boyfriends, lovers and love letters long before I… Read more