It doesn’t matter that the world is falling down. It doesn’t matter that the mold on the window grows over the view or if I wake up on time or wake up at… Read More
I write to you on my plainest paper, forgoing the flowered stationery and letterpress cards for found items. I don’t care that you don’t write back. It’s better to imagine you carrying my… Read More
She’s sweet, the kind of girl who would be named after a city, and is. I imagine her in an apron and heels, but that’s not fair, her long hair tied up in… Read More
They try their best to convince us not to go, but we go anyway, and the weather is beautiful and the conditions are ideal. We hike uphill for an hour, ignoring coyote warnings… Read More
He says, “Do you want to keep this pasta cookbook?” And I say, yes, of course. When what I really mean is keep everything. File it all away, store them on shelves and… Read More
At some point we must begin to make decisions for our future, however distant it may seem. Our history is written and rewritten, our truths become half-truths, and then myths… legends. The people… Read More
The world almost ended, or so they say. We all get a little paranoid sometimes, afraid of being washed away. When the rain stopped, though, I caught myself sighing at the sky. Another… Read More
The weather lifts. Sometimes, it feels like a dance. Pirouette from season to season, two-step day to day. The snow melts and all the urban bears emerge from their apartment doors shaking their… Read More
