Fall isn't even over and I am already thinking of spring.
Is it a bird?
Is it a bird, if it cannot fly?
Color & Shape
What makes a story?
Patterns
Wandering + Words
The path ends at the beginning
I Slept Wrong
How can I learn to sleep right?
Frozen breath
The cold is in my nose. I can no longer use it to breathe. I open my mouth and the cold pours in. It hits the back of my throat, it penetrates my trachea, and explodes into my brain. I stop, frozen, mid-stride, mid-sidewalk. At first, people flow around me, only cursing the blockage. Soon, … Continue reading Frozen breath
Years that start on Mondays
On the last day of the year, I dreamed of heat. The melting asphalt was soft under my shoes, like walking on an air mattress or a balloon. Something poppable. The thought pricked my brain and I sank, slowly, inch by inch into the black sticky sludge. Too slow. Fear turned to boredom while every … Continue reading Years that start on Mondays
The holiday lie
If I stayed home, my family would disown me.
Standing in line
If you don't hear our laughter does that mean it isn't happening?