Face the Music

I’m a dancer. Have I ever told you that? It started in me young, this impulse to bounce in perfect…

Awakening

The screams begin sometime around seven in the morning. They pierce through the static of the monitor resting dutifully on…

Home

Home, right now, takes place on the third floor of a building. Every morning before the coffee pot gurgles in…

Blinding Light

I’ve always noticed the way light dances on water, the way it shimmers atop the deep blue undertones beneath it.…

Carry Me

There’s a trail near my house. It’s lined with the greenest trees, the longest runs, and my strongest prayers. That’s…