final frame

The last time I saw the photojournalist, we scheduled a tearing apart. I was so dazed afterwards that it’s been hard to find the words. Even now, with a few months distance, I doubt I’ll be able to do it justice. I wore a blue and gold dress for the occasion. Silk. It was beautiful. […]

in touch with your sister

“You might want to get in touch with your sister,” the email says. It’s from Mum, of course, and I know this despite her having another new last name. “You might want to get in touch with your sister.” Our first correspondence in eight or twelve or six hundred years. No signature. No subject header. […]