From the backseat My mother tells me when she picks me up from the train station that I’m supposed to fall in love at 27 she tells me this because a psychic tells her this when she’s trying to find someone who can hear her brother from the other side My father kicks meContinue reading “thin/thick thoughts on thursday”
Category Archives: Summer
On autopilot in the August heat
To write a story so big it holds humanity in its arms would be a gift to the collective of its own doing- messengers carry the words we can’t articulate the nights we pretend we have nothing to say
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 