What I left uneaten at my table

(A collection of starts gathering dust. I often think I will come back to pieces when I leave them partly written. Here are three examples to the contrary.) 1. It's loud in here today, I text K. She knows that I am not speaking of the white noise of an office background going about a… Continue reading What I left uneaten at my table

Combustion, Combat

My stomach has been tight with fear today. It's been building all week, a fire slowly being stoked right underneath my chest cavity. I've tried to ignore it, but fear has a sneaky way of slipping through the cracks. I have learned over the past years that pretending my house isn't on fire doesn't keep… Continue reading Combustion, Combat