My boundaries are not basic.They are hand-shaved trufflesover fresh pasta in a restaurantwith no prices on the menu. Rare.Earthy.An acquired…
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The Shore Waits for Her
The sea at night has always carried herselflike a woman who knows exactly how beautiful she isand feels no obligation…
Perfect Timing
The universe possessesa peculiar elegance—an almost mischievous aptitudefor arriving preciselyWhen human doubt has nearly convinced youthat you have been forgotten.…
Incandescent in Your Absence
Dear John, First, let me thank you. Not for the confusion, naturally.Not for the emotional gymnastics, the linguistic acrobatics, or…
I See Clearly Now
I am staying honest with myself now.That is the part that changes everything. Because once you stop lying to yourself,It…
The Work I Love
Some people inherit fortunes.I inherited vision—which is far more interesting. I love the work I dowith a devotion that feels…
On Repeat
Romance feels good here.Not complicated.Not heavy.Not making me question my whole nervous systembefore breakfast. Just good.Right.On point. The kind of…
Exit, Stage Left
There’s a particular theaterin the adult who refuses adulthood—a polished résumé, a curated tone,and then, at the first flicker of…
May, Entered With Style (and a Little Sass)
May does not knock—She glides in, lightly perfumed,sunlit, a touch indulgent,as if she knows she’s been anticipated. And I—I don’t…
The Sacred Architecture of Purpose
I did not discover a purposein the frantic places,where everyone is so vigilantabout looking importantThey forget to become whole. Purpose…
