Grudgingly GratefulI sat down to write a story that has been patiently waiting in my head, chin propped up on a delicate palm, since forever. I ended up…Nov 5Nov 5
what a twisted thing it is, to be alienated by the language of the past.gap between your words. Sep 17Sep 17
Dear God, you and I suffocateMy mother has put you in a wooden box. It’s a temple. If I go in a wooden box, it’s a funeral. Not that I would. I would be burned…Jun 25Jun 25
