Let Me Touch the Fish by Shahnaz ParvinThe Weight of Wonder
There is a specific, unhurried geometry to the way a child approaches the world. It is not the calculated movement of an adult, who measures distance and consequence before taking a step. Instead, it is a total surrender to the immediate, a…
The Hum of Many Hearts
The smell of rain on hot stone always brings me back to the feeling of being small in a very large room. It is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, dry and ancient, like dust stirred by a thousand passing feet. When I close my eyes,…
A Majestic Hornet Perched by Shahnaz ParvinThe Hum of Stillness
The air before a summer storm has a metallic tang, a sharp, electric prickle that settles on the back of the neck like static. It is a heavy, humid weight that forces the breath to slow. I remember the sensation of walking through a garden…