My son was born healthy and strong. He had the softest brown hair, the smoothest rosy skin, his eyes were open and his button nose was turned up just a tiny bit. His perfect little form was rounded out by wrinkles and dimples. The pain of giving birth to him was so intense that I…Read more The Mirror of Love
Month: August 2017
Life After the Apocalypse
As soon as you set foot on the enormous airport runway, you will feel a strong wind. A wild, ceaseless wind that has nothing to buffer it, nothing to contain it. A wind that is both soothing and refreshing, the kind that clears your mind, reminds you of the sea. Instead of deep blue water,…Read more Life After the Apocalypse
The Mirror of Hate
If you’re reading this post, The Mirror of Hate, now in 2020 or later, I would like to thank you for looking at my past work. This post is very special to me. It is the first piece of my writing that was widely read, shared and commented on, which was a joyous and humbling…Read more The Mirror of Hate
Sunbathed
The summer sun bathes all in a golden glow, a glow of burnished bronze before scorching. A little Icarus stands before me, sobbing over a red popsicle melting at his feet, feathers once floating in midair— for a moment all things were possible— now white down sticks to puddles of liquid wax. If you've read my…Read more Sunbathed
A Light Circle 