It starts upon waking: something about the light, maybe—its hue, its weight—beckons me to climb, and while I’ve become quite … Continue Reading Notes On Descending
Remember the citrus colors of summer, honeysuckle static lullabies and nights roiling in thunder, pomegranate on the porch someone’s father … Continue Reading Remember
I just want you to know that I love you.
My ghost is waning, these days. There’s a flicker of hope, somewhere inside, and it’s fighting to find oxygen. It’s … Continue Reading Birth of an Ember