Category: Poetry & Prose

They say progress is never linear, and I think they might be right. I used to brush my teeth to control my eating. A way to tell myself, that’s enough. Your teeth are clean, don’t dirty them with more food. And now it’s 11pm, and I am hungry, and my teeth are brushed. But this…

If the sun had to file taxes, it would claim me as a dependent. It provides me with an income so much richer than a few dollars. It gives me warmth and comfort, peace and slowness. I think it chooses to hide from me as a way to remind me of its power, its grandeur.…