Family of Swans by Giulia AvonaThe Weight of Still Water
The smell of damp earth after a long rain always brings me back to the feeling of cold silk against my skin. It is a heavy, quiet sensation, the kind that settles deep into the marrow of your bones. When I was a child, I would press my palms…
Self-portrait by Maria Magdalena Vladu-PopaThe Room Behind the Eyes
When I was seven, I spent an entire rainy Tuesday hiding in the back of my mother’s wardrobe. It was dark, smelling of cedar and old wool, and for the first time, I realized that I could be entirely alone without being lonely. I watched the…
James Craig -150 Years by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Time
Seneca once remarked that we are all in a state of constant motion, yet we rarely consider the direction of our travel or the vessels that carry us. He observed that life is not short, but that we waste much of it, failing to distinguish between…