Tag: and Prism. I am the author of Like No Movie I Have Ever Seen and The Nacre of Cancer. I appreciate your time and consideration. Warm regards

I wrote Vestige out of the memory of my mother’s rituals—how care and vigilance could harden into preservation. The poem began with the image of towels draped over thorns, a gesture that felt both protective and sacrificial. I wanted to explore how domestic acts—counting, tending, washing—become ceremonies of control and grief. The poem’s tone is…