solstice

I have written much this year. Most words I will never share. Yet on this, the longest night of the year, I will reflect and tell you where I am. I failed to do what I promised I would never do, and instead returned to doing what I hate most. Somehow this seems like...

rambling 11/1/21

I’ve hidden a lot of the things I wrote in August. I’d share them again if you’d ask. Perhaps it was a turning point in Silence during those countless hours watching ripples. Or was it the mass unhinging of others’ minds that caused my prolific pen? I remember the...

“home”

I have never felt at home. Not where I live nor in any of the places I travel to. And the purpose behind traveling is not to find home. The reason I do it is to see everything. To experience this world in its fullest. To know why this place is not...

college ruled letters

After nine years I burned up my letters. Many times before I imagined what it would feel like to watch their cinders float away. I thought I would be made lighter somehow without the weight of them in my pocket. Two simple scraps of paper scrawled with indecipherable...

small things

Every time I talk about her I think “this might be the last time I ever talk about her” and a sense of foreboding overcomes me. It’s the same kind of excited tension you feel when you consider rope or broken glass. That fleeting, flickering “what if” of never agains....