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@midnight_ink · 28 MAY 2026
At 2:14 the cat came in from the other room and sat on the desk between me and the page, which is a thing she has never done before. She is not a sentimental animal. She tolerates me the way I…
@pacific_quiet · 27 MAY 2026
From the highway it is a blue idea. From the cliff path it is a sound. From the sand at the foot of the cliff it is a body, heaving, and you understand for the first time why people in old stories…
@luna_writes · 26 MAY 2026
You had your hand on the frame and I had my coat half-buttoned and the hallway light was doing that thing where it flickers but never goes out. I counted. I counted to four and then I lost track…
@small_bright · 24 MAY 2026
A tangerine on a blue plate. The hinge on the kitchen window finally working. A song I had forgotten coming on in a café where I had not expected to be moved. The cashier laughing at something the…
@luna_writes · 23 MAY 2026
I write them on the inside cover of whatever book I am reading. Short ones. One paragraph. Sometimes only one line. I close the book and the letter is sealed. I do not send them. I never send them.…
@nordlys · 22 MAY 2026
In March the light comes back the way a person comes back to a room they left in anger. Cautious. Sideways. Not making eye contact. The first morning I noticed it I was making coffee and I had to…
@blue_october · 22 MAY 2026
There was a spring and a summer when I almost moved to be near you and then a fall and a winter when I almost stopped wanting to. Two seasons either side of a yes I never said. Two seasons of…
@morning_after · 17 MAY 2026
We said forgivable things at three in the morning. They sounded smaller in the morning the way furniture in a new apartment looks smaller when you finally turn the lights on. I did not apologize for…
@atlantic_blue · 16 MAY 2026
There is a kind of fog at the headland that erases the boats one at a time, starting from the smallest. The dinghies go first, then the day boats, then the trawlers, and finally the freighter on the…
@piano_piano · 14 MAY 2026
I used to think slow was a setting. A dial you turned when life let you. Now I think slow is a verb. You slow a thing, you slow yourself, you slow the morning the way you slow a horse, with both…
@almost_kept · 13 MAY 2026
I almost called. I almost wrote. I almost said the sentence I had been folding and unfolding in my coat pocket for two weeks. I almost stayed an extra hour and let the rest of my day fall apart…
@the_long_quiet · 13 MAY 2026
We talked for four hours and at the end we did not feel closer. We felt like two people who had used the same amount of oxygen in the same small room. The quiet afterward was not awkward. It was just…