Afternoons
I don’t like afternoons in my house.
Lemon and Cinnamon
Mirroring worlds in words 🍂
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Are you ever bored?
The disappearing art of sitting with boredom
The Sins of Yesterday Are the Stigmata of Today
A reflection on how societies constantly redefine what is right, wrong, and acceptable.
Decembers
Decembers.
In The Smallest Of Things...
I don't love you anymore in those large, grandoise ways.
A Humbling Experience
I was a little girl when the old, white man walked into our town.
This Is All I Have
Surely you know that in a hot summer kitchen, time ticks slower?
Pretend Snores
Something like a rumble, low and slow, scratches up his throat and slides off his nose.
Orderliness
Look at those boats; in a neat file, tethered tight to the shore.
A New Year
The hand dallied, just shy of twelve.