August 8, 2020
The Weight of Petals
I keep a pressed carnation inside a heavy dictionary, its edges now the color of tea-stained lace. It was tucked into a...
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Reflections
August 8, 2020
The Weight of Remaining
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am finally catching mine. There is a specific kind of...
August 8, 2020
The Mapmaker’s Silence
There is a peculiar comfort in looking down from a great height. When we are grounded, we are subject to the tyranny...