Sticky Notes

I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.

Mary Flyer

I loved flying kites when I was little... The way they bobbed and swayed upon invisible, tumultuous waves. The way they could be seen by friends, near and far, both close friends and formerly unknown folks, and silently call a gathering that would add to the fleet of flying vessels across the town. My mother... Continue Reading →

When Fire Destroys

I realized there may come a day where we stand side-by-side, my arm around your waist and yours in mine as we look over the destruction of some part of our lives, and for just a moment, reel. The vows I made to you buzz through my head along with the checklist of things I... Continue Reading →

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