Day Six: Friendship Gone Wrong

Day Six: Friendship Gone Wrong

There are three types of debris floating in the ocean; flotsam, jetsam and trash. I grew up in a place where if you saw trash on the beach, washed up by the tide – you picked it up. We prize our beaches and natural environments. We’re taught to care for the...
She Undresses.

She Undresses.

It begins with the shoes. The red shoes. They hardly come out of the closet these days, but when they do – her walk is lifted, the tilt of her hips just ever so much more swung from left to right. Everything else is for her or for them, but the shoes – the...
Beyond The Brick (The Story-trader).

Beyond The Brick (The Story-trader).

‘You can read it, if you like.’ (The story written to explain the chapters of life before now, where we intersect.) He said it with nonchalance and maybe because the words were light leaving his tongue but heavy by the time they landed in my ear, I was struck...
Poem: Counting Stars

Poem: Counting Stars

When does discovery end? How do you know when you have learned enough or all things? I think ‘discovering’ is a present art; could we not practice it endlessly, traversing ever deeper and higher and wider? When can you say you are known or know another...
Welcome to the Lonely.

Welcome to the Lonely.

One morning last year, I woke from a dream and my head was full of thought; hanging like a wave waiting to crest for some time. The kind of billowy thoughts that are undefined; really more of a feeling. It was heavy and I searched to define it until I remembered the...