Four tubes deep, and calm about it
Somewhere in the moves, I became a woman who keeps spares. Not of everything. Of the things whose absence announces…
small-things (3)
The blue jar by the bathroom window
There is a stretch of the morning, after breakfast is cleared and before the day makes its demands, when the…
The little bear fan that moved from my bag to hers
The first warm afternoon of the year is always a surprise here. One day the radiators are still on in…
