April 5, 2015
The Echo of the Spark
There is a specific silence that follows a loud noise, a hollow space where the sound used to be. I remember the...
Category Archive
Reflections
April 2, 2015
The Unwritten Map of Morning
Childhood is a country that keeps no borders, a landscape where the soil is still soft enough to hold the imprint of...
March 31, 2015
The Persistence of Falling
There is a quiet violence in the way water insists upon its own path. We often speak of the river as a...
