April 27, 2019
The Ghost of the Commute
There was a blue bicycle leaning against the brick wall of the bakery on 4th Street. It had a rusted bell and...
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Reflections
April 26, 2019
The Weight of Bare Branches
I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer that belonged to my grandmother. It is worn smooth at the tip,...
April 25, 2019
The Weight of Being Held
It is 3:15 am, and the house is holding its breath. In the dark, the memory of being small returns—not as a...
