One Thousand Words

She is nine, standing on the edge of a lake, making a raft out of a large leaf and a half-blown-away dandelion flower. This lake is quieter…

There’s an express train right behind this local train and no one seems to care. I know this because the conductor just said it.

It’s a confusing thing, returning home to a place where none of your furniture lives anymore.

They think that I feel things too much. They think that I feel things too deeply. They think that I fall in love too quickly. They think…

If you could find the key to my heart, what would it look like? It would look like a drop of water, the way that a beech leaf falls down to…

I woke up in the morning next to someone who sleeps on his side, arms outstretched as though he were reaching for something, or someone…

I am not sure what it is that I wanted from you. An apology? An explanation? An excuse for me to see if you’ve started taking your coffee…

A storm swept through the city last night. It started in the evening, red brake lights illuminating the three bridges that crisscross…

You came to me in a dream last night.

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…

Everything about you and me was in the music.

She is a child of the sun: hot-headed but warm when she wants to be, effervescent in the way that her eyes light up like the very first ray…