Grandma’s old house on Drummond Drive held much more than family. Like all homes, it held moments of joy and of belonging. Like all homes, it held whispers, strained decisions and the ghosts of consequence.
It was the winter I … more »
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The net that presses against
your skin,
made from thin, steel fibres
leaving an imprint only
when you push up against it.
We have spent most of our
lives, unaware of its existence.
If I worked quietly with a cutter … more »