Tag Archives: Rachel L. McMullen

On Light

I tread the forest floor, walk soft on soil blanketed with particles of pine skin, pieces of brown and green hair brushed away by a careful wind. This is a nursery. I absorb the dark heat of the wooden cradle, … Continue reading

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A Human Chest in Plain View

His humidity dusts the air with presence—thick, rainy, full of wet skin that particles its way into my nose, tunneling. I drink the smell, inhale heat to make wind, let its lingering tendrils reverse me and break me soft. I … Continue reading

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