Author: Dennis Pond

I remember sitting on my porch back in my coastal hometown, staring at a sheet of vibrant blue paper, waiting for the “perfect” crease…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished paper cranes and a lukewarm cup of chamomile, when I realized I…

I was sitting in my favorite sun-drenched corner last Tuesday, struggling with a particularly stubborn piece of gold foil, when I realized I was…

I remember sitting on my porch last Tuesday, staring at a crumpled piece of blue paper and a half-finished origami crane, feeling that familiar,…

I was sitting at my desk yesterday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished paper cranes and crumpled scraps, when I realized I’d done it…

I was sitting at my tiny kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by half-finished paper cranes and a very lukewarm cup of chamomile tea, feeling…

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of crumpled washi paper and feeling completely defeated by a half-finished…

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, surrounded by a mountain of half-finished origami cranes and a stack of journals that felt more…

I remember sitting on my porch last autumn, the scent of damp cedar filling the air, staring at my phone with a knot in…