Song of Myself
Who are you? Do you think you're anyone special? Or just one of a hundred, part of a silly chattering crowd? Don't you ever contemplate on your existence? On your failure, and success of being? Well, maybe we all do at times. And maybe we all…
The Weight of Hands
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose button on my favorite coat. My fingers felt clumsy, and I kept pricking myself with the needle. It was frustrating, but as I sat there, I realized how rarely I actually make anything anymore. Everything…
The Weight of a Whisper
There is a specific gravity to the moments just before the sky breaks open. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the anticipation of a thousand tiny arrivals. We often overlook the small, quiet things—the way a single…