April 7, 2019
The Weight of the Thread
It is 3:15 am, and the house is finally quiet enough to hear the rhythm of my own pulse. I am thinking...
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Reflections
April 7, 2019
The Weight of Waking
The blue wool blanket that lived at the foot of my grandmother’s bed is gone, and with it, the specific smell of...
April 6, 2019
The Weight of the Spray
There is a specific, sharp clarity that arrives just before a storm breaks, when the air becomes heavy with the salt of...
