The Voicemail
A story told entirely through one saved voicemail.
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Words, stories, and whatever I feel like sharing
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The Elevator (Part 1)
A woman rides the same elevator every morning with a stranger who always smells like coffee and cinnamon.
Small Hours
A poem about the quiet gap between late night and early morning, when the world belongs to no one.
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Things I Learned This Month
April's small lessons, mostly learned the hard way.
The Elevator (Part 3)
Noor takes the stairs. Then she doesn't.
The Elevator (Part 2)
The thermos falls. Eleven seconds becomes thirty.
Draft 7
A poem about rewriting the same thing until it finally sounds like what you meant.
Every Notebook I've Ever Abandoned
I have a drawer full of notebooks with only the first twelve pages used. This is an apology to all of them.
My Mama's Date Balls
Three ingredients, no oven, ten minutes. My mama made these for every gathering and now I make them when I miss home.
Produce Aisle
A poem about the strange tenderness of picking out fruit.
The Grocery List
A short story about a woman who finds a stranger's grocery list in a shopping cart and can't stop thinking about it.