Tag Archives: Matthew Drew Williams

Balance

The book my brother brought me for my five-day-belated birthday, one which I have no interest in reading, is put to good use and shoved under my table’s shortest leg: a remedy for the wobble— It isn’t the first time … Continue reading

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Slip of the Tongue

Apologies; epiphanies are not a type of flower— I meant to say peonies. It might have been more understandable if I had said pansies or poppies; at least they fall into the same category. Yet I doubt you have seen … Continue reading

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The Skeleton

Neither mummified in flesh nor the framework for muscle, because he cannot complain whilst walking in riverbeds as dry and desolate as he is— robbed of water and widowed by unbearable heat— the skeleton says nothing; confiscating, as he walks, … Continue reading

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Eclipse

I caught the tail end of a documentary chronicling the last remaining days of an elderly Virginia woman; her body venomously riddled with some type of cancer. During an interview, her son talked about her declining health— specifically detailing how … Continue reading

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