It is morning, again.
I look out my window to see the last of the autumn leaves pirouette to the ground.
Frankie held the fading photograph up to the sunlight that came in through the window. A man in a…
… beginning to endformless formrancid lonelinessred, raw agonygrief and longingfestering heaps oftwisted nightmaresmorbid obsessions…
With an abiding glint of love in her unfaded eyes, Brown eyes that inhabit my dreams and memories,My mother has…
After two years he fell out of love with his wife, and for the last twenty years never a day passed that he did not dream of…
Bitter wind burrows deep within…piercing, a cold arrow invades dark layers of marrow inside old bones. Cobbled…
1i became small — a choice — at that point / of:growing becoming being
It was around noon of a sultry, overcast day. Martin Mint wasn’t sure what he’d do with the rest of it. Pausing, he wondered what he did…
When I picked up M. from tennis today, I asked Teddy, her coach, how he was.