January 26, 2016
The Unmarked Margin
There was a box of wax crayons in my childhood home, the kind that smelled of paraffin and potential. They were always...
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Reflections
January 25, 2016
The Breath of Small Things
The taste of summer always arrives as a fine, dry grit on the tongue, the kind that settles after a long walk...
January 25, 2016
The First Stroke
I spent this morning cleaning out my desk drawer, the kind of task I usually put off until it feels like a...
