September 3, 2021 The Weight of Stillness The smell of damp earth after a long drought is a heavy, velvet thing that clings to the back of the throat.... Read Article →
September 2, 2021 The Weight of a Feather I keep a small, iridescent feather tucked inside the pages of a book I rarely open. It was found on a windowsill... Read Article →
September 2, 2021 The Weight of a Gaze To be watched is to be measured. We walk through the woods, believing we are the ones observing, the ones cataloging the... Read Article →