Bloom Creative Writing: Speaking Ill of the Dead

These days, I only come to the café alone. I do not lie to myself about what this café means. I know it is simply a familiar shell into which, like the hermit crab that I have become, I scurry, knowing full well it is a home borrowed from someone else’s past. Continue reading →

Bloom Creative Writing: Touch Screen

by Mohini Malhotra

“And they say you can’t read cues on Zoom…I say those people can’t read cues period. I quickly look away in case the whole room sees us seeing us.” Continue reading →