Month: August 2013
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let …
What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone? If you were taking tickets, for example, at the theater. Tearing them, giving back the ragged stubs. You …
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only …