I’m starting to wonder if homes are not places, but people. I’m starting to wonder if my father is home: in the sound of a trickling watering can, and the smell of lemon balm on my fingertips. … More Synaesthesia Magazine: HOME
What happens in Vegas They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but you don’t want that. It’s past 1 a.m. You order a plate of loaded nachos between you, mini sliders, a side of sweet potato fries and cinnamon dip. Vegas is still buzzing: liquid lights bleeding into each other, the air … More Writing with your nose: southern evening
Annabelle Carvell 