Prose at Ink & Ember Studio
I’ve always found it easier to bleed through poems—quick sparks of feeling, shaped by rhythm and breath. But prose… prose is slower to light. It asks for a steadier flame, a deeper surrender. Here in this space, you’ll find stories both real and imagined: fragments of memory, glimmers of fiction, and reflections that hover in […]
What My Hands Remember
When I was a baby, my mother would put me in my crib for the night and put a blanket on top of me, one of those easily laundered blankets that back then were kind of rough and itchy. And because my mother was always cold, she would lovingly put another blanket on top of […]