August 3, 2018
The Unfinished Map
I keep a small, brass compass in my desk drawer that no longer points north. Its needle trembles with a frantic, aimless...
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Reflections
August 3, 2018
The Weight of a Witness
The smell of damp wool and old incense clings to the back of my throat, a heavy, velvet scent that reminds me...
August 2, 2018
The Weight of Water
There is a specific, heavy silence that follows a summer rain, when the air is so saturated it feels like breathing through...
