The Gnashing Garden

By M. Jane Letty Drawing back the curtain from a long-neglected window, the weight of the fabric felt heavy and vulnerable. I hesitated to open it, the way one might just before ripping off a bandage. Except, this time, finding the wound was worse than the removal of its covering. Much worse. How long had [...]


Essays about the creeping vine-like thoughts and clinging moments that sink their teeth into the mortar of my mind's walls. Before the invasive roots of madness take over, here's a record of the ascension to give it purpose, meaning, and an indelible haunt. They will be in no particular order, there won't be any particular [...]

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