I dread the lengthening of days, the long, lazy clambering of the sun, the way the space between each cricket's chirp overflows its edges and bleeds the silences together. Another summer without you. This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors asked us to describe summer … Continue reading Summer


My memory of my father was full of ephemera: mental snapshots of his face, pages of promises kept and broken, all posted against the pillar of my mother’s refusal to speak of him. << Previous Installment | Next Installment >> This post is part of the Jade Dragon series. It follows A History of Silence, and was written … Continue reading Ephemera