May 20, 2019
The Map of What Remains
It is 3:15 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am looking at the lines on my own palms, wondering...
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Reflections
May 19, 2019
The Architecture of Silence
In the deep winter, the forest floor enters a state of profound dormancy, where the mycelial network beneath the soil slows its...
May 19, 2019
The Weight of Migration
The smell of rain on dry earth always brings back the ache of leaving. It is a sharp, metallic scent that clings...
