Rosa Weissblueberry muffins.The grand opening of her bakery was tomorrow morning, she wondered how long after it would take for her customers to start dying. She…Jan 29, 2018Jan 29, 2018
Rosa WeissI wasn’t dead, but here I am, six feet under.The weight of the dirt above me, although not visible, pressed on my shoulders like some sort of suffocating blanket. As I lifted my hand…Jan 22, 2018Jan 22, 2018
Rosa Weissnow I know why rain is sadA comforting heat radiates out from tiny little circles on my back, opening up my mind to a rush of ideas. As each drop of water slides its…Jan 19, 2018Jan 19, 2018
Rosa Weissconversation with a human of prospect“My first memory, I was like 3, no, I was 4 or 5 or something and my brother was a little baby, and I remember just sitting there feeding…Jan 17, 2018Jan 17, 2018