June 25, 2024
Echoes in the Ash
I keep a small, smooth stone in my pocket, pulled from a riverbed that no longer exists. It is cool and heavy,...
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Reflections
June 25, 2024
The Weight of Flour
My grandmother’s hands were always dusted with a fine, white powder, a permanent ghost of the bread she used to knead every...
June 23, 2024
The Echo of a Hand
Dear stranger, I have been thinking about the way we pass ourselves down to the ones who come after us. It is...
