March 2, 2018
The Weight of Wings
I remember sitting on a rooftop in Cairo, watching a boy no older than ten flick a wooden pole toward the clouds....
Category Archive
Reflections
March 2, 2018
The Weight of the Water
There is a specific silence that belongs to the woods, a quiet that is not an absence of sound, but a presence...
March 1, 2018
The Geography of Distant Glows
I keep a small, tarnished brass key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....
