DAUGHTER OF CUPS
Last year, I took a long hiatus from dating. Or rather, I spent some time dating myself. It wasn’t easy. There were months of tucking under covers, staring at the ceiling, longing, and wondering “why am I doing this?” Bit by bit, the question was answered. As I prepared beautiful meals for one, stroked lavender everything into...
FIVE OF SWORDS
I sat on my heels, knees spread, shoving slate grey socks into a crevice in my overpacked bag. You were gabbing away, Indian-style legs sinking deep into my mattress, words lost in the stream of sage smoke floating above...