The Weight of Rising
We are taught that gravity is the only law that matters, that everything must eventually return to the earth, settling into the dust or the roots of trees. Yet, there are moments when the human spirit decides to negotiate with the sky. We gather…
The Sharp Sting of Summer
The first thing I remember is the sudden, electric prickle at the back of my jaw. It is the phantom sting of citrus, a bright, acidic ache that travels from the tongue straight to the base of the skull. My fingers recall the waxy, dimpled resistance…
The Weight of the Wind
I keep a small, heavy iron key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is cold to the touch, smoothed by the friction of a hand that is no longer here to guide it. We spend our lives accumulating…