site logo

Komorebi

the only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance

January 18, 2022

fall. This much is clear: the universe is playing some cruel joke on all of us. I’m changing, growing. Then bam, the punchline hits me, and…

read more


Collecting Mr. Philip Stork

a great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke

January 02, 2022

After we had removed the body, we set about gathering the loose ends. First was informing next of kin—Mrs. Humphrey volunteered, having…

read more


Tiny Grey Box

the mind is its own place and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven

December 19, 2021

Not much point in reading on, because I’ll tell you now. This'll end the same way it begins. In a tiny grey box, staring at the wall. And if…

read more


I'll have the americano, then

thursday, 2:13pm: light drizzle

December 14, 2021

Coffee wasn’t always her thing. But after 7AM conference calls, two-hour commutes, and her sister’s third baby shower, coffee is her…

read more


Ephebe of Marathon Looks out the Courtyard Window

what was before is left behind; what never was is now; and every passing moment is renewed

November 10, 2021

Through the glass I watch you flock to the feathered vermin. They flaunt their tail-fans as you make images with those strange light-tablets…

read more



© 2022 Amy Kirasack | built with ❤️ with Gatsby G Logo