Prose
The Three of Us
As you enter this morning, feel the weight of your bones. They are your only anchor.…
Prose
Architecture of Two
The room no longer obeys Euclid. The straight lines of the walls gently bow to the…
Prose
Night Letter from Home
I was sleeping, but I did not disappear in my sleep. I was aware of myself…
Prose
Genesis of Light
Open your palms. Feel the weight of the atoms that have gathered together for one brief…
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