Marushka

A Slight Haunting Problem

A few months ago, our apartment developed a slight haunting problem.

This is a letter I might have never written – filled with things I might have never said: a letter for my father’s retirement.

Today was a special day. This morning I woke to rain.

I find myself in a ridiculous position. Perhaps you can relate?

The title says it all.

“Rain” is a verb – a rush, and the wind overturned…

There are exactly two terrifying things about a well-written article.

I’ve been away for a few days at a top-secret location.

Today came silence.

Today tides welled on the sidewalk.