i'm like the moth; vellum wings whispered into existence, forged and firm by the flame, cooled in the grey-black river of night. i'm like the moth... there's midnight underneath my wings and around: streams of charcoal ribbon ends undone. there's midnight on my heart, cooled in the grey-black river. candle wears the flame on her … Continue reading the heraclitus matching candle set
we are vultures on a track, grounded gargoyles oblivious to passing cars, waiting for a train.
she throws her head back and contemplates every inch, her body an electric curve: the aerodynamics of lust. it's always like this. after, we exist for a few moments in a tangle of heightened nerves and slick limbs upon the bed sheets. i frequently imagine that the breeze from the ceiling fan gets caught in … Continue reading to what is lost in time
"there's me and you." my dad was referring to two men, one older than the other and both considerably older than we. the younger pushed the elder in a wheelchair to a nearby table. i looked at them briefly and returned to my plate grinning. we were at our usual breakfast place. i simultaneously enjoyed … Continue reading fathers and sons
this is for you, tati... afternoon light poured weakly through the large kitchen windows -- divided by the slats of the mini-blinds that hung there -- and patterned itself in dull bands across the table where tatiana had been absently perusing a clothing catalogue. she slowly looked up and out the window to her right … Continue reading a surprise visit
it wasn’t until the fourth star leaped from the sky that he made a wish. until then, he’d been driving along the empty highway that led him through north texas toward colorado as orion leaned heavily northward in the sky outside the driver’s side window, pointing the way with his arrow. she was asleep in … Continue reading unknown roads
emma was nine and her parents were protective. “stay where we can see you,” they’d say when she played outside. her friends rode the bus home from school and had keys to their houses; very self-sufficient at such a young age. but emma only rode the bus when her mother was home to receive her. … Continue reading if it doesn’t rain