A return home. A breath that feels familiar, a movement that brings you back to … More
Tag: writing
Box
Could I fill a small box with all the memories I have of you? If I turned each one into … More
Chasing an Aura
I am counting the seconds, one two three four five six seven eight nine ten. At Magic Jewelry, on Centre Street … More
Leaving
call this my state ribbons of roads lined with trees this is my deciduous forest this is my home on … More
Heliotrope
When I went away for school, I described the feeling as growing new flesh. Everything was new, and it stung … More
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