Maybe the soil is too moist;maybe the roots have begun to rot—plant care has never been my strong suit,as I have the tendency to overwater. Plants are a bit capricious in that way;they need a balance of commitment and indifference—a … Continue reading The Botanist
A masterpiece, the flecks of paint speckling the ground below. To play god, and hold them in my hands. To humanize him, and take flight with no wings. I stare into each sculpted lake from the clouds, their sizes amassed … Continue reading To Play God, 04/10/2019, 4:17 P.M.
Finding your fingers in the dark, guiding me to your lips. My hands are a stranger’s to you, a mass of overgrown vines. They tangle your fingers, boasting no escape. Your face, a blank slate, the outline traced by my … Continue reading Leather, 10:37 A.M., 08/19/2019
First the smoke, then your breath. Then your laugh, then your voice, then the smoke, then your breath. Your face veiled in clouds of wonder. The smoke, then your breath, then the end of your cigarette, slowly inching closer to … Continue reading Veiled, 9:15 A.M., 01/22/2019
“We really don’t get enough of those timeless little boxes. Customers are asking for them all year long.” Continue reading Local Goodwill asks for more Heart-Shaped Tins
How do I ignore: This space between us. The space you left in my bed, that I now fill with extraneous furnishings. The lamp casting shadow puppets on the wall of you and me, our figures intertwined. These new cracks … Continue reading Shadow Puppets, 10:47 PM, 02/03/2019
Cool down, please. This burning on the tip of my tongue. My best friend, my worst enemy. It dances in my mouth, the same way it danced in yours. Longing for his familiar dance partner, begging you one more song. … Continue reading Dance Partners, 10:00 A.M. 11/26/2018