March 6, 2019
The Salt on the Skin
The air near the water has a specific weight, a dampness that clings to the back of the throat like cold wool....
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Reflections
March 6, 2019
The Architecture of Silence
We often mistake stillness for an absence, as if a place that no longer speaks in the voices of men has fallen...
March 6, 2019
The Weight of the Nectar
My grandmother’s garden was a map of things that had stopped moving. There was the rusted iron gate that no longer swung,...
