Left Overs

Left Overs

I wrote this after washing dishes by hand one day.

The One Who Remembers

The One Who Remembers

She’s the last one alive who remembers. Her hair is grey and shining. And her skin is barely wrinkled, a rose-pink that’s also petal-soft.

Memories

Memories

A poem about the things we remember and those we forget.

Who are we?

Who are we?

Are we
who we were

By the Strait

By the Strait

A work of allegorical fiction following a girl named Glauca as she navigates a world on the brink of the ocean while contending with memory and loss.