Come in Waves, Leave in a Drought

When the permanent ephemerality of the words you whispered rang in my ears, believing you felt like safety. It was … More

warm things.

new shoes. “I’m proud of you.” time taken to ask. quiet company. sleeptalk. clean sheets after a shower. showers. warm … More

The coffee is bitter like my pride, so I soften it with tired presence. I pretend to be surprised by … More

I am Hedda Gabler without guns or intentions; a mess of a woman with a searing flame past. Lack of … More

The heart will protect itself, putting up walls to repel emotion and sincerity. But time will pass and the dam … More

fingers bloodied with fruit flesh, she echoes my name from across the curb. something about “found a really good one … More