Jack closed the door gently and we were alone, finally. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself against his chest, to feel those strong arms come around me. To let his unshakable presence drive away my fears and anxiety, like always. Still, I hesitated to turn and face him…
A nightly ritual of pacing, swaying you against me
My voice sings nonsense once all the lyrics are gone …
Many flowers need salt to grow, I just didn’t know it at the time
Some people are born with salt in their wounds…
Squat. Get low down to the earth. Hover there. Ground yourself.
You will have to. There’s no other choice. It is too hard to remain standing. The pain can be overwhelming…..
In June of 2022, I’m three weeks away from turning 27 and my roommate, Kaley, is five weeks into 27. We’ve just moved into a studio apartment in Brooklyn together—a Hail Mary pass for me to save money and for Kale to buy some time to decide if she wants to move in with her boyfriend…
I come from a line of women made of half love and half steel, though at first glance you wouldn’t know the steel is there. We’re trick mirrors, the women in this family. You don’t know what you’re seeing.
Unraveling over the past year, caught between dread and joy in a world careening, I decide to choose my own isolation and give the mountains a try.
Inspired by the written work of the same name, “Journey” was an experiment for us to test our creative chops together and make a short film based off a shared feeling. We recreated the exact trip that inspired the initial piece Melissa wrote with a very simple goal: Capture the feeling.
Somewhere under the scintillating night sky a river of gleaming silver cuts through ancient stone.
Red-layered rock sweeps up on either side, throwing deep shadow down.