Summer in September

Across from you, I hide in plain sight, sipping on a fix  Of iced coffee and neurosis. Watching your words spout Off into sentences which resolve...

Pull

I often think about all the loose threads I throw away. How many times I’ve cut the circulation in my thumb whilst pulling a...
Stream

Stitch

stitch beneath my skin, the veins underneath my fingertips— need sowing back together again. the blood runs cold, too far from home, and all of the...
Wine

Red String

Our midnight conversations over mulled wine transformed into afternoon espionages, armed with nothing but cold sandwiches - people watching. Our three PM classes on igneous rocks maneuvered into...
Confidence

Confidence

Public speaking always terrified me. I hated the sound of my own voice Amplified through the microphone, Every crack of my throat audible against the silence of...
Bike

The Mouse and the Bicycle

I saw a field mouse fresh-dead on the path, Blood black in the mud of the bicycle track, his Eyes, and brain, and paws, and all,...