The Quiet Before the Tide
I woke up before the alarm this morning, just as the sky was turning that thin, bruised purple that happens right before the sun decides to show up. The house was completely still. I sat by the window with a glass of water, watching the neighborhood…
Lost in Translation
Do we always live a useful life? Some of our lives are lost in culture, in the growing needs of our relations, in our own dreams. We become lost in our own lives. The voices we hear dissolve and vanish amongst a crowd. It seems we hear everything…
The Hum of Frozen Air
The air in mid-winter has a sharp, metallic tang, like pressing a copper coin against the roof of your mouth. It is a dry, biting cold that settles deep into the marrow, turning the breath into a ghost that lingers for a heartbeat before vanishing.…