Whispering Pages
Caged. Incarcerated in my own home. The sun shines pillars onto the carpet, and the cat lays in a pool in a warm patch of sunny carpet. It yawns, baring sharp white teeth before snapping its mouth shut. It stares at the window with a soft interest. Outside…
Humans dominate nature. Concrete is poured on top of green grass. Cars zoom by in a plume of exhaust. And it’s all deemed safe and secure, the better alternative than the green and wild world out there. Society teaches a narrative of the dangerous predators that prowl the forests. T.V…
Dusk is hazy and stuffy with thin wispy clouds of soft pink and orange. Your brain whirs and whirs like one of those spinning amusement park rides. Loud and clanky. Stretching your neck, your muscles yawn and your bones crack. The lungs beneath your ribs are tight and batter against…
