Where Life Meets the Sea

Peace at the End of the World

I live in a place where life meets the sea.
She touches me every single day.
In the whiff of brine that…

Postcards from the Last Girl on Earth

June 19th

New York City, New York

This is it, Drew. We’re finally getting out of this fucking city. It’s only been, what, a decade? We should have left a long time ago, back when we decided it was too much…

Baking

My mother used to take me into the kitchen
and sit me on her stool, weathered and white.
Tattered cookbooks. Ancient tomes. Inherited wisdom.
She would offer me the brittle pages,
her hands moving in practiced motion
as I stumbled through the instructions.

When the Wild Hunt Rides

We weren’t supposed to be there. The antique carousel, a staple of tourism in the city, always closed when the sun slipped below the horizon. Years ago, it used to stay open long into the night, until a tragic accident involving the death of the mayor’s son brought its operations to a…

Turning Left

I was there the morning they pulled the body up out of the swamp. I was fourteen, in that awkward phase between child and woman. My Momma and I hadn’t talked in two weeks, and I was forever dreaming about running away from home to become an actress or singer or lion tamer. I didn’t give a damn where I…

Welcome to our World

Roland is an amazing young man with profound autism. He is brilliant, and kind, and loving, and creative. He’s also…

It's twilight.

Tonight, you're sitting here with me.