Melancholia of The Drunk
Rants & Monologues by Phill Ibsen
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Mombasa and 7 Days Spent at Likoni
“Seven days, a workshop, new friendships, missed wedding meals, ferry crossings, music, live art, laughter, and stories. Likoni may have only hosted me for a week, but for those seven days, it felt like home.” The email of acceptance to participate in Cohort 6 of the NBO Producing Workshop lingered in my inbox sometime in… Read more
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From the Back End to the Front End: Why WordCamp US 2026 Is Worth Your Time
There is a reason open-source platforms like WordPress continue to attract millions of users around the world. Beyond its flexibility and ease of use lies something even more powerful: a community that has kept the platform alive, relevant, and constantly evolving. Disclosure: This article is part of the Automattic Affiliate Program. If you purchase a ticket… Read more
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Should I grieve now?
I imagine my life without you, a place, somewhere in time where we do not cross each other’s mind. Two worlds now, so far a part living separately, a different turnout will I still be thinking about you? will someone else replace your fondness? I wonder, will all these moments we share, the intimacy of… Read more
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Blank Page
We used to say, “Here’s my blank page, my paragraph shall start with yours.” A blank page implied the need to be filled with something; magic words,rituals, dreams, hopes, a simple “hello” to a familiar face,or prayers whispered to resurrect the dead. Sometimes the page was always filled in, with cuddles, kissesplanted on the creases… Read more
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When a Man Cries.
When a man cries, its thunder trapped in a vacuum, where the night falls into sleepless ominous darkness. There is no one but him with tears like glaciers thawing, and seeping into riverbeds. He is the still waters beneath the ocean, calm and unperturbed; you hear no sound of his, only heavy breaths. When a… Read more
