February 5, 2019
The Weight of Earth
I keep a small, unbaked clay bird on my windowsill, its wings smoothed by the nervous pressure of a thumb long ago....
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February 4, 2019
Salt on the Tongue
The air near the water has a specific weight, a sticky humidity that clings to the back of the throat like the...
February 4, 2019
The Weight of Time
I keep a small, smooth river stone on my desk, worn down by years of being turned over in my palm. It...
