May 28, 2019
The Weight of Passing Time
The blue wool sweater my father wore every winter for a decade is gone. It was not discarded; it simply wore thin...
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Reflections
May 28, 2019
The Geography of Skin
There is a specific texture to time that gathers in the creases of the palms. It feels like dry parchment or the...
May 27, 2019
The Quiet Between Sips
I burned my tongue on my tea this morning because I was too busy scrolling through emails to notice the steam. It...
