letters from the apple house

March 2023 Spring. Spring. Light in the windows and buds on the branches and spring. The girl is slow to it. She lies in and shivers like...

February 2022 I am here and I am old and I am ageless. She thinks because I don’t have eyes, my eyes aren’t open. But I watch from the...

January 2022 The gentleness is here. The gentleness came with force. Tumbling down the mountain and landing so softly on my roof. The...