The Preciousness of Every Little Thing, Every Little Memory

My mom looked off for just a moment, as if some story had always been near to her and seemingly always there after all these years.  As she recalled the events, the colors of the room went dull and her words became crisp and vivid. “There was that one time.” She started, as if every…

Coming into Vision

Look, I don’t want to belabor this story for too long; some of nature’s most quiet miracles occur in merely short moments and continue on without even a pause for admiration by the world’s mechanisms.  So why wait around?  Or rather, why wait more than needed?  I will try to be brief, to walk back…

The Unforgiving Man

    I was lying in bed after the night the spirits came to visit again.  I lay there long after the sun decided to came up.  I lay there unable, drained and fatigued, to get up.   Consciousness came to my side to talk with me, seeing that I needed talking. He’s a stoic…

You are Everyone’s Grandson: Ancestors Pt. 2

Ancestors Pt. 2 You are everyone’s grandson. Cemeteries are a farmer’s final field. Nothing grows here except for time. Time and its tiny flowers that bloom every season. Yet people only come to harvest when their calendars indicate a year has passed. Family members, draped in their blacks and their veils, coast along these vast…