The Witness

I carry the key that no one gave me.It was forged from breath,from every silence I have ever survived—my own necessary stifling of voice,and the silence of othersunable or unwillingto share their truth. The lock was never outside.It lived in my ribs—those pale bars of...

Justice

Daily writing promptAre you a good judge of character?View all responses Again and again, I read these prompts and shake my head:Are you a good judge of character? I’m not entirely sure what that means to most people.It seems to assume that we meet anotherand almost...

When Am I Most Happy?

Daily writing promptWhen are you most happy?View all responses I find happiness a curious word,as if it depends on a sustained surgeof endorphins the body was never meantto carry for long.As if we’re meant to walk the worldwith a grin pasted on our...

Rising, Not Falling

We say falling in loveas if love were a ditch,a stumble,a loss of footing—something we trip intobecause the lights were offand the chemicals were loud. Falling sounds like an accident,like surrendering consciousness,like slipping under a spellor losing the...