Devil Winds

Almost a work of fiction. Three thousand dollars a month. Three thousand divided by four weeks is seven hundred-fifty dollars a…

Falling Feels Like Flying, Part II

Then, for the first time in years, you called me one night while I was graphing calculus equations and asked me to go on a drive with you.

Falling Feels Like Flying, Part I

We sat on the swings, then, and you told me that you liked me because I had nice hair and because I was funny. You asked me to tell you why I liked you back.

Having Snow

A beautiful thought: the wanting to keep intact something cold and pure and white, something that reflects the morning light, something that puts a gentle hush on your world.

Some Things You Can’t Force

You are a sea and I am a sea. Beside me, I see the body of your water and throw my own against yours. But like that magic place off the Alaskan coast, from our meeting erupts a ridge of separation.

Coming Of Age In Five Beats

Most of the time it’s fine and I don’t think about it but, when I need someone to blame, I let myself remember you.