Tuesday, July 01, 2025
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Five Things
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Sunday Stealing
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Saturday, June 28, 2025
Saturday 9: Consider Me Gone
Friday, June 27, 2025
The Weight of the Evening
The sky grumbles, mumbles, and still, I see no light.
I feel the pressure of the weather change in the circumference of my head.
The weight of the evening is like the grip of grief around my heart.
Now I smell it—that scent of rain.
It’s in the air, but the drops still hang high above, waiting.
The sky has darkened.
The thunder continues its ornery grumbling.
I hold my breath.
I watch the trees for movement, scan the sky for that tell-tale streak of light that would mean it’s time to step away from the window.
Suddenly, I think of my great-grandmother.
She used to sew by the window, scissors in hand, when lightning struck.
The bolt went through her and out the scissors. I have them on my desk now—a family memento that has never needed sharpening since that day.