To-Do Today: Clean the house. Take out the trash Sweep things (not just under the rug this time) Clear out the fireplace grate She used to tell me stories, when the coldness of winter blanketed the house as thick as any fog. I would sit before the gentle flames and she would drag a brush through my hair like it was made of butter. We have the same hair, dark and thick as a raven’s wing. Even my father would crack his office door open a little, so the sound of her soft voice could filter...

someone told me once that the rain is when god cries

My heart, they carved with ash of the hearth; My limbs, molded from clay and stone. My eyes, they filled with dust and dirt;