06/05/2026
The Burned Forest Series
I stood beneath this burned tree with my hand against its bark and apologized for the fire that scarred the land around it.
Then I noticed something still alive near its crown.
I leaned against the tree and cried while speaking about my mother’s passing — about loss, survival, and the unbearable weight of grief.
Even after fire, part of it remained living.
I think that mattered to both of us.
-Shan O’Kiely