January 13, 2020
The Grit of Sweetness
The smell of burnt sugar is a ghost that lives in the back of my throat, sharp and sticky. It brings back...
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January 13, 2020
The Sweetness of Vanishing
I keep a silver teaspoon in the back of my drawer, its handle worn smooth by decades of Sunday afternoons. It belonged...
January 13, 2020
The Map of What Remains
There is a specific weight to the skin of someone who has lived long enough to forget the person they were at...