July 28, 2024
The Wake of Passing
The water remembers. It holds the line of our passing long after we have moved toward the horizon. We think we are...
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Reflections
July 28, 2024
The Salt on the Skin
The air before a storm has a metallic, bruised taste, like sucking on a copper coin. It is a heavy, humid weight...
July 28, 2024
The Geometry of Solitude
I have always been suspicious of the quiet. We are taught that silence is a void, a space that needs to be...