But Horses I Can Draw From Memory

In February of 2021 I came home to Pittsburgh in the middle of one of the most chaotic times of my life. It was almost a year into covid, and that year hadn’t failed anyone yet in its presentation of one wrecking ball after another. That January, my mother had a stroke not long after… Continue reading But Horses I Can Draw From Memory

A Sieve’s Return to the Bard

SIEVE noun an instrument with a meshed or perforated bottom, used for separating coarse from fine parts of loose matter. a person who cannot keep a secret. verb (used with or without object), sieved, siev·ing. to put or force through a sieve; sift. It’s somehow the final days of August. Have you ever had so… Continue reading A Sieve’s Return to the Bard