Nostalgia is in the brown half-toothed smile your sister flashes upon you after you buy her the chocolate-chip ice cream instead of the cheaper vanilla. Nostalgia is in the surreptitious smile you catch your mother in, as she stumbles upon an old song that must have rewound the time for her. Nostalgia is the echo Read more…

Had I been God, clouds would be lilac and lilacs would be white.   Had I been God, the grass would glow as your homing guide.   Had I been God, each breath you took would enliven a sprite.   Had I been God, the length of your braid would mirror your mind.   Had Read more…