Ode to a Nearly Beloved
"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."
How To Grieve a Stolen Diary
Elizabeth Bishop’s poem ‘One Art’ is beautiful because of its hypocrisy. The speaker exalts loss - of places, names, houses, their mother’s watch -...
The Rooms Before Me
"How can we make a space our own, for the brief interim where it is indeed our own, when we know that it carries so much history of so many people before us, within it?"
The Patience of Ordinary Things
"How truly can we say that our past selves are gone, when there they are, right now - pressed between the pages of an old diary..."
Memory/Dream
'snippets of shared secrets, tied to a half forgotten memory'
Photo editorial: the essence of memories in fashion and melodies
"Sensory stimuli yearn to remind us of the fleeting joys and passing sorrows that, respectively, glitter and plague our pasts."
