February 27, 2011
The Weight of a Petal
There is a particular way of hiding that is not about fear, but about presence. To pull inward, to fold the edges...
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February 27, 2011
The Weight of Still Water
In the quiet corners of a house, there is a specific kind of silence that feels heavy, like a wool blanket draped...
February 26, 2011
Salt on the Tongue
The air near the water always tastes of cold salt and crushed stems. It is a thick, briny flavor that clings to...