Ten Streets Over
It used to be an eye for an eye. These days, somebody takes your eye, and you march ten streets over and take a…
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Read full articleThey didn't show up. But their absence gave me space — to become clever, to hear everything no one said out loud, to clap quietly for myself and mean it. An essay on growing in wild soil, and why not…
Read full articleYou say you always loved me. Sir — where? An essay on searching for a father's love in every birthday he missed, every unanswered call, every report card margin, and learning it was never hiding anywhere. Because love is a…
Read full articleIt was just a slightly flat tire. Surely minor. Surely not a prelude to whatever that Sunday was about to become. An essay on inflators that do nothing, tires that remove themselves from rims with full attitude, and the moment…
Read full articleWas it ever really a choice? Or did they paint our world with it until it soaked into our skin, until we couldn’t tell…
Read full articleSoft, sweet, and slightly violated — like your neck.
Read full articleI was minding my business at 1am until my brain asked who decided lip-smashing meant love. An essay on kissing being objectively strange, the person who first introduced tongues into the equation, and why we all just nodded and signed…
Read full article...... and other empty performances we need to retire.
Read full articleShe is not nothing. So she must be something.The room folds in on itself when you ask it. She is not her womb, not her chromosomes — so what is she? An essay that tries a different door: not what…
Read full articleI didn’t ask to know. About your outline. About how certain fabrics cling, stretch, or sway with your every step like a metronome of…
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