On Aging
Today I saw my face for the reality it was. Creased, and lined, and peeling around the edges like a Victorian lady whose paint had faded long ago. What had I become? Not a shadow, not an echo but a… Continue Reading
Month: March 2017
On Writing
When they open the fire hydrant in the summertime with a wrench and nothing more, a torrent of water spews forth. It floods the asphalt turning it the color of a swimming pool at midnight. Once the hydrant has been opened… Continue Reading
The Courtyard
Silence slunk like a black cat through the grates, inking the walls with its shadow as it went. It was early yet, too early even for the pilgrims that had arrived seeking solace and a blessing. Beyond the dim pool of a… Continue Reading
BFFs
The day you left I finished the last of the earl gray you had given me. It had barely lasted two weeks. Maybe I had been in a rush to drink it all, to have you leave so that I could… Continue Reading