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How are you? I Inhale. And I’m quickly reminded that this was first real breath I’ve taken all day How...

fleetingly she glimpsed by --- a backyard hummingbird fluttering, feeding her hatchlings: spiny, naked little things, blind and squirmy, perilously...

It is morning; it is spring. And in the dew, the mountains woo. Distantly heard, the roosters crow; and past...

There are moments where you will find No past Or present Or future. Only eternity; An instant that stretches on...

[Third place winner of the Synapse Storytelling Contest photography category.] One afternoon, while I was taking a walk in the...

I am keeping a prisoner; This breath I took two weeks ago; I refuse to let it leave; It paces...

There are days in August when you can hear the grass reaching for the sun. Long days where the air...

[Tied for third place in the Synapse Storytelling Contest creative writing category.] June 20, 2020 Just breath deeply - I...

Asiri is one of the widows who attended our first meeting. In Dholuo, Asiri’s native language, the term widow is...