July 30, 2020
The Weight of a Tool
When I was ten, my grandfather gave me his old brass compass. It was heavy, cold to the touch, and smelled faintly...
Author: Light & Composition Team
July 30, 2020
The Weight of Petals
I keep a pressed carnation inside a heavy dictionary, its edges now the color of tea-stained lace. It was once vibrant, a...
July 29, 2020
The Weight of Unspoken Lines
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am staring at the dust motes dancing in the sliver...
