June 8, 2021
The Salt of Unfinished Games
The taste of dust on the tongue is the first thing I remember about being small. It was a dry, metallic grit...
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June 7, 2021
The Weight of a Gaze
There is a quiet gravity in the way a child looks toward the sky. It is not a search for answers, but...
June 6, 2021
The Weight of the Crossing
I keep a small, rusted key in my desk drawer that no longer fits any lock I own. It is heavy for...