The Spontaneous Collection

This is the Spontaneous Collection

Guidelines to what this all is.

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Twenty one years and not a day more
The sun, rises above the clouds and
I step into work
The cap pops off the bottle and
I am driving instead
The light shoots out, into the sky and
You are smiling at her

Butterflies

A short story

The screen was flickering, as it always did, proudly displaying the screening times of…

A Brief Prehistory of All the Summers Since

No need to close the beach. People just stop swimming. The lifeguards pull Jenkins from the water and work on him until the EMTs arrive. People stand in small groups at a distance and watch. Mothers hold their children, telling them not to stare. The…

How To Lose a Friend in Thirteen Easy Years

In kindergarten, you came home one day and couldn’t stop talking about her. Your mother asked you who you were blabbering on about; “My best friend,” you replied. It was as if it had always been that way.

Greater Love

The airport in Addis Ababa is an oversized square and smells like people and duty-free snacks. Storefronts with headless mannequins line its walkways and vie for the attention of braless Europeans with money to exchange. Listless travelers dogged its perimeter in the sleepy hours of that morning…