free verseA collection of 30 posts

When the clouds gather in their covens, when the rain drums its feral rhythm, when lightning scrawls its sigils on the dark— the storm calls. You would choose the stale-air…

Author’s note: this is written about, and contains very minor spoilers about, Quill & Still by Aaron Sofaer ... A plaque might as well glint sly advice: “Relieve and believe,” implied by every fixture— ...…

I clear the drain before it clogs, snip stray strands from your clothes when you aren’t here. I check the tin of tea you forgot, gather the curls your…

Begin with reverence— your edge, a fine and fervent tongue, a truth-beveled sliver of steel, in trembling, fire-tempered hands. Stand firm, dear blade, in whispers and whetstone murmurs; angle yourself…

Řekli mi, že Češi jsou zavření jak okna v lednu. Že se neusmívají, nezvou, že ticho tu studí, a pohostinnost se schovává za dveře. Řekli mi, že mi bude zima—…

You wake up tired, scroll bad news until it blurs. Answer emails, jaw clenched tight— or can’t even bear to look. You say “I’m fine” with three tabs…