
Some poorly drawn clouds roll down the bluescape. Pelicans orbit the wind’s elevator, so close I can almost hear the air rattling their feathers.
Continue readingSome poorly drawn clouds roll down the bluescape. Pelicans orbit the wind’s elevator, so close I can almost hear the air rattling their feathers.
Continue readingCONTENT WARNING: This post contains some strong language and concerns domestic violence.
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Like all writers, I like words. I keep a list of admirable words on hand and every so often I’ll pick one and say aloud, ‘Yes, quiddity.’ Continue reading
my pain moved in — new to the house but familiar — he strolled down the hall with the swagger of an agent on inspection day, tutting at the artworks, the bourgeois trappings — Continue reading