Cutting the Diamond

There is a kind of writing that looks right on the page but never quite lands.

What You See Is What Grows

There is a quiet power in interpretation.

The Court

There is something about a court.

Acting, Performing, and the Life of “S”

 “S” did not notice when it changed.

The Horizon Stays Ahead

 There is always something ahead of us. Always.

By the Time It Happened

There is a kind of waiting that wears you out quietly.

The Weight of Being Loved

There is a kind of breaking that has nothing to do with the mistake itself.

Holding the Line

 Intentionality sounds nice when you say it out loud.

When Conviction Stops Listening

 I have been thinking about how easy it is to become dangerous without meaning to.

Light or Stage

 There is a kind of ache you cannot explain.

To see someone stand so close to who they could be, and yet be the very reason they do not arrive.