Flight: The Phoenix

Here’s a short original piece titled It does not rise with fury, though the world expects it to. The phoenix, they say, explodes from ash in a shriek of fire and vengeance. But you—you rise differently.

They will tell stories of the old phoenix—the one who burned bright and loud and fast. But this story? This story is yours. The slow rise. The patient mending of bone and feather. The flight that doesn’t seek revenge, only home. flight the phoenix

So go. Flight the phoenix. Not because you must. Because you already have. Here’s a short original piece titled It does

On the second try, you catch a thermal of your own making: a breath drawn from the deepest part of you, the part that says I am still here. The flames that once devoured you now edge your wings like gold leaf. You are not the fire. You are the thing that outlasts it. They will tell stories of the old phoenix—the