storytelling | Jameel Haiat

Jameel Haiat

My Tai Ping Shan Street

I'm here, at home on Tai Ping Shan Street, looking out on to my little city below. My kitchen window invites and coerces me...

Jameel Haiat

Hello Universe…I’m still here!

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

Jameel Haiat

The Buddhist Condom

"I hope to come back as a dog," he thought. As a condom, to serve people was what he was made to do, he knew that and accepted that.

Jameel Haiat

Heavy Metal is for Unicorns too...

Not all unicorns are the same, he thought. Sure, most Dreamers shared the same vision...big, white, winged horses, frolicking amongst rainb

Jameel Haiat

Little White Sock

Sometimes the little white sock just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Oh sure, his owner was ok…and that was being incredibly gracious....

Jameel Haiat

Memory of Mother

Dressed in his blue coveralls and neon vest, the man swept the leaves and debris up as quickly as it fell. The tree refused to cooperate…

Jameel Haiat

My Washing Machine

Ok, so here it goes, I'm slightly obsessed with my washing machine. I know, I know, I admit, that sound's absurd, maybe even slightly...