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 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…