Over the years, the lines between asleep and awake have been blurred. I don’t dream, so sleep provides an escape, however fleeting. Yet in darkness I find my eyes fixed upon my ceiling, unsleeping. Despite...
We are all born broken, as fragmented pieces of what came before us. A pointed shard of glass born from a sailor’s bottle, tossed from the ship’s deck. Shattered, splintered, and...
I was out stargazing with all those friends of mine, when you passed by. the atmosphere hushed, reverent and awed; the sky was new. I saw your red streaking through the...
there are three of us in the kitchen that afternoon. we boil the water and mix the cheese and hang silence in the air to dry. the fourth is the cause. she hovers by the...