for Letters of Love Dear lucky one, I hope this letter finds you alive – all senses and engines burnings – and well. It might find you waiting in line at the Christmas market. It might find you taking a break from sitting in the sun. It might find you doing research for a paper. It [...]
Every second of the day is a question that only I can answer – and, because it keeps asking, I am no longer giving it the truth. None of it is true. I say this, but it could have easily been something else, and the best part is that no lighting strikes me down when [...]
This is for you who wanted to die last night. I'm so glad that you are still alive. It was around the age when people start to become interesting that she discovered how interesting she had grown up to be herself. There was, of course, still plenty left to figure out — what truly made her happy, [...]
I write because nobody listens was the first thing I noticed about her. She had scribbled this phrase on the first page of a notebook left open on the table. She had fiery red hair, wore little make up and a loose black dress. There was a homemade sign up on the wall saying We serve [...]
‘A week? A whole damn week?’ she complained.
"I have fallen in love with the imagination. And if you fall in love with the imagination, you understand that it is a free spirit. It will go anywhere, and it can do anything." His name was S. Was, and sometimes I’m not sure it even was at all. This is the story I thought [...]
The street shines glossy black after the rain. Pavement cafés are crowded, and vehicles hiss by — their roars constantly approaching, breaking, receding. I watch them holding my breath, forgetting to blink. I am alert, but null. The restlessness of the city mirrors mine tonight, and slowly tempers it. I've always enjoyed lights, noises, explosions. They came to [...]
