Love can be a plastic bag or a chocolate wrapper or a sweaty hand.
Here there was no one to watch, no one to critique, and no one to praise.
She stops at the gates of the hospital, chafes her delicate fingers together. Maybe today is the day?
Checkmate.
the bowerbird and the flame.
It was a satisfying kind of dark…
common descriptions of things that are lovely but illogical.
three useless musings.
let it not be misguided.