Category: Prose

Secrets

She had too many secrets to keep. Most of her secrets weren’t at all interesting, but she kept them close believing her soul should be a mystery. The secrets were wound tightly around her heart like duct tape on a leaky pipe, an insufficient and temporary stop gap. One day, […]

Space

I need some time, and some space. And then there’s energy. I need more energy. You see, there are so many things that I want to do. There are things I want to build. Beautiful things I want to give birth to and then nurture, and then release. […]

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