“Sometimes I dream of you,” he told me one evening. “I dream of you the way you look right now, in…
There’s a game she likes to play by herself on some warm, summer nights when the moon hangs low and full, gleaming on…
There’s a whisper coming from the fallen leaves and in my mind, the image of a woman scatters into millions…
Walking down the road to the east coast, the wet grass scents the air with revived memories; memories that…
Last night I had a dream.
It was autumn, late evening, and the sound of my steps crunching the brown leaves reminded me of loneliness. I intended…