Nov 25, 2022
It was difficult to have an underground cannibal as your father, and even more difficult to digest the stuffed barber that was laid across our dinner table all because he had trimmed my father’s beard a centimeter too short.
Nov 24, 2022
Sun blazes through the sheer blinds of my cold bedroom. Breakfast comes in a plate of toast, butter, & fruit. Lukewarm coffee sits inside a pot. Phone comes alive with news & follow-ups & tags & requests. To-do lists shape the pages of my desk diary. I...
Nov 23, 2022
On nights like this, I remember how easy it is to love. How rightly we fit in each other’s empty space, your voice gently stoking the embers of the hearth burning brightly beneath my heart. On nights like this, I find it hardest to write. What more can be said about...
Nov 22, 2022
When Icarus flew too close to the sun, was anyone there to catch him? When the wax, the feathers, and the sticks from his arms melted away to nothingness, who was there to hear him scream? I hope that wherever he fell—whether deep ocean blue or tides of sand or...
Nov 21, 2022
I will not allow myself to be overwhelmed. I will not break my body to fit the boxes of my to-do list that crawls from diary page to diary page. I will not sink into the blue halo of the monitor from the tight latch of emails that echo endlessly with...
