I remember watching you drift off to sleep. And how your breathing changed. You looked so at peace. And the glow from the television screen was burning holes in the corners of my eyes. You finally fell, fast asleep. So vulnerable, like a lamb with its throat exposed. There was nothing left to you, you… Read More when you fall asleep
sick, my head is a balloon, I am that quiescent caterpillar in the chrysalis, hanging from the shivering branch. From my bedroom I hear the kettle sing from the kitchen. There is a patter of bare feet in the kitchen, soon echoing down the hallway. You bring me hot honey lemon water. Sweet, like needles… Read More hot honey lemon water
I was staring at a mirror. You were sitting behind me, your chin rested on the soft muscle between my neck and shoulder. “Like this, right?” You said, shape-shifting your face to match mine. I laughed, moved my focus from you in the mirror to you in real life, where you lived with your beautiful… Read More pact
You tattooed me stick and poke while I slept last night. With that small pool of ink you dotted the skin on my back until the dots resembled lines and the lines resembled shapes. From there, you took a cool cloth and ran it over the image and then you leaned in and kissed… Read More stick& poke
I imagined swimming with you through the air up into the sky. As we got higher and higher the air got lighter and we could swim faster and faster towards the night sky. The stars were strobe lights, twinkling with interstellar whistling. I didn’t care about the stars so much as I cared about you,… Read More wakedream
I am animated through strings attached at each joint, each string continuing upwards towards the dark expanse above this stage. I let you pull me along, and I like where you take me. I have never seen such wonders as the places you have brought me to. More so, there is a string attached to… Read More plaything
Sifting through thrifted thoughts, she was a victim of a stick-up. Gun drawn, hair-trigger, staring down the sights, lining up memories. “One mistake…” On sheets of quote-on-quote linen he was a visitor, a native of a distant land. From the hallway notes on a piano assembled into a chord and slowly spilled into the room.… Read More Like you
Do you remember being younger, and playing in all those public pools in the summer? There was one of your friends, the really beautiful one, that you were always bashful in front of. It was a beautiful time, your heart thumping hard, fast, when you talked to that one. And wow you were young. Remember… Read More letters collide; form words III (pool)
He drove north on Interstate-95, looked at some nondescript forest towards the horizon and thought of all the places on earth he wouldn’t see, wondered at what lay behind that far off curtain of branches that stood frozen in time. He thought of Italy, and how he had never been on an intercontinental flight. There… Read More letters collide; form words II
“This was his ‘door to nowhere’.” “Wow. What did it mean to him?” “Nothing, really. No meaning. It was just fun.” “Hm.” “Not everything needs a deeper meaning.” She said with a faint smile. The sun was setting and the air was cold. They were in her father’s backyard. A few feet from the hedges… Read More letters collide; form words
A Life Distanced 