December 16, 2016
The Hum Beneath the Skin
The air in the tunnels always tastes of ozone and old, damp pennies. It is a metallic grit that settles on the...
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Reflections
December 14, 2016
The Weight of a Second
We often speak of time as if it were a river, something that flows past us with a steady, indifferent current. We...
December 13, 2016
The Weight of Sunday
I keep a small, chipped ceramic saucer in the back of my cupboard, stained by the ghost of a thousand afternoons. It...
