April 11, 2014
The Weight of a Choice
I remember a tailor in a small alleyway in Istanbul who kept his spools of thread arranged by the intensity of their...
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Reflections
April 11, 2014
The Weight of a Whisper
There is a specific texture to silence—it feels like the fine, dry dust that settles on a windowsill after a long summer,...
April 11, 2014
The Weight of a Palm
The smell of marigolds is heavy, almost thick enough to coat the back of my throat with a dusty, golden sweetness. It...
