/soliduspickledShe’d stepped out for coffee and eggs; she’d been gone for 27 years, a hundred and three days, twelve hours, and a minute on the microwave.May 13, 2023May 13, 2023
/solidus*arrival: 1. 27. 1967I’ve been thinking about you this week, Mom. Happy birthday.Jan 28, 20231Jan 28, 20231
/soliduswhat are your colorsPaint me, they said. They spread their arms and legs out like a Vitruvian Man. Hair the color of burning straw.Dec 6, 2022Dec 6, 2022
/solidussix years, and the patina of memory.September 29th passed me by this year like leaves on the winds of this prolonged autumn. If the calendar is right, I spent the day being…Oct 13, 2022Oct 13, 2022
/solidusI hear church bells.You’ve never seen anything like the sight of Andriy walking to the hinterland, outlined in mauve, as clouds of earth and seed burst to his…Feb 25, 2022Feb 25, 2022