The walk to the coffee shop was wet and exhausting, the way that I sweat off my mid-afternoon sleepiness reminding me the…
Anyone who has loved me knows: I want both everything and nothing.
The man sits on the stairs, a Brooklyn stoop-sitter with an India Pale Ale wrapped up in his hand. There isn’t a lot of light on this street and the…
Everything about you and me was in the music.
