Writing Letters to a Ghost.

A splash of almond milk imprinted a dot underneath the W key of my keyboard. Fingernail analysis decreed my index nail, to be the most equipped, in removing the blemish. I scratched at it. Multiple W’s sequenced horizontally across my Word doc. I began to delete them, but as the cursor approached the final W,Continue reading “Writing Letters to a Ghost.”

Trust.

Curtain opens and the stage is dressed in the components of set design, blackened at the stage’s base sits the pit orchestra, conductor taps her baton on her music stand, lifts it to shoulder length and begins looping her baton through the air, directing unsaid prompts for the musicians to release a cacophony of symphonicContinue reading “Trust.”