sticky fingers swipe sugar syrup onto my sparkly shirt. I scream outrage, your peach fuzz face glistening dark as the bruised fruit flesh littering the alleyway of leaves we dally down. there’s nothing like the August heat, saturated sunlight bleaching my hair radiant gold-white. your
brainspotting: noun. a therapy technique used to identify, process, and release trauma that is commonly used on patients presenting with PTSD. technique: locate point in patient’s vision that makes them freeze, […
Explain to me the imagined self. Is blood thicker than water? Maybe I am thicker still. Paint a picture of progress and watch the colors run. Is theory all there is? No, but yes. Yes, maybe yes. The […]
I take pictures more than I used to. I wish I was better at it, but I don’t care to improve. No picture I take could ever fully explain why I take them. Some photographers, the famous ones you always hear about, are said to be able to capture a personality, love, even […]
Busia’s house always felt foreign to me. I was used to shag carpets, floral wallpapers, and watching Hogan’s Heroes on our white Zenith television back at home. Busia’s, on the other hand, was more like a relic from the postwar housing boom. The wallpapers were khaki-colored, spotted r
(Open on panning shots of trees, squirrel’s-eye view, sliding from the ground up. Fade into golden leaves being blown from their branches, drifting in and out of focus. Peaceful orchestral music mixed with ambient bird song plays.) Wizened British Narrator: As the last leaves of autumn fall t
