The Weight of Harvest
We spend so much of our lives waiting for the grand arrival—the harvest of a lifetime, the heavy fruit of long-held ambitions. We look toward the horizon for the ripening of our dreams, forgetting that the earth offers its sweetness in small,…
The Weight of Petals
I keep a pressed carnation inside a heavy dictionary, its edges turned to the color of dried tea. It was once vibrant and arrogant, reaching toward the sun with a stubborn, velvet strength. Now, it is brittle, a ghost of a bloom that crumbles…
The Weight of Grey
There is a specific, heavy grey that descends upon a city when the clouds are low and thick, pressing the moisture against the stone of the buildings until the architecture itself seems to exhale. It is a damp, muted light that strips away…