Category: writing

  • the way your soul drops anchor in that moment, determined to stay forever no matter the condition of the sea. but you are stronger than the anchor and all the storms combined, so you drag your anchor up the stairs into the cold night and into the snow drifts. you wait with friends until their…

  • in praise of your armsbecause i cannot think of anything other than the way the hair on your forearm catches the morning light, a star to rival the sun that rises behind the mountains. hark! the herald angels sing their praise when you unbutton your cuffs, flash a little wrist as you roll your sleeves…