Phill Ibsen, M.o.D

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The Master of Descriptions

Phill Ibsen

  • ONLY YOU

    The cafe down the street has our photos on their poster. They say our our chemistry suits their aesthetic. Picture perfect, emotions swirling all around us. The barista slipped a note under my cup, he said I was lucky that you looked at me that way. I am not sure what he meant but I… Read more

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  • Preys & Predators in Juja.

    (My Rare Juja Escapades) I swear I only want to make her enjoy sex again. I know she’s been starving. She’s beautiful yet unmarried, neglected and a mother of two kids. She’s young, 24 years old, though frustrated. The dude who poured his semen in her belly, is a traveler, work and shit, but me… Read more

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  • (Broken Together)

    Her eyes are fixated on his black polished shoes trying to figure out whose reflection is disjointed, his or hers? If she raises her gaze on him, she will notice the translucency of his eyes. Then she’ll regret why she let it get here in the first place. A coffee table stands between them defiantly,… Read more

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  • (Finding Hope)

    “It’s your fault she still hurts!” Sarah blames me for not seeing things her way. “She is catching some sleep. Try not to wake her up.” I warn softly as I continue washing utensils Ursula and I had used for lunch. “If only you have little faith Jeremy, things could be different.” She places The… Read more

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  • To a Soulmate for Whom Love is Impossible.

    Dearly Beloved, It is a hot Sunday afternoon. By the window I sit, taking slow breaths, counting my heartbeat, each time fighting the tears cockling at the emblem of my eyes. Outside, the congregation is exalting in hymns. The hymns are not to praise the Lord, neither to thank Him for the daily bread. The… Read more

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