August 3, 2014
What the River Carries Away
In the early hours, before speech begins, the river has a voice of its own. It is a quiet murmur against the...
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Reflections
August 3, 2014
The Morning’s Sharp Edge
The first bite of a crisp apple is a sound that travels through the jawbone, a sharp, wet snap that vibrates behind...
August 3, 2014
The Weight of Skin
We spend our lives building walls, yet we are terrified of the silence that follows when the last stone is set. We...
