Gravity scares me. The way it exists with such confidence. It is. And it knows what it is. The way it pushes and pulls at my entire...

A new dawn stripes life across my skin. And with it rains dust, adding a layer of time through the breaking of drawn blinds. A new dawn,...

9:09. And I am suddenly taken back sixteen years to stained-white shutters, and a one-and-half story the sky is painted after. Like...

There is a lot of weight behind the word Fine. Maybe it is laced closely with that of Pride. I can do it my own. Do not suggest, or hint,...

Aged with dust, I tear – lines of wear, cross-hatched here, tethered, held taut there. I am fragile.  Threaded by time, I give – and...

There’s something comforting in the sound slippers make when graced upon the foot of the beholder. Worn soles kiss at wooden floors – a...

Time has been my enemy for as long as I can remember. Frustrated, I am bound by it, even as I form words and have breath to write this very thought down. I am bound. I cannot shake it. It cannot be solved. My brow sinks, my wrinkles deepen, my fingers curl, and I cannot change the very rhythm that gives breath to human existence...

A soft glow illuminates the corner of my bedroom from that off-kilter, miss-matching lamp. Remember the encounter with Nancy the duck?...

Ants. On your boots, and by your soup, and on your blue-lit screen. Pesky things. They have so many legs, and they’re freakishly strong....

It’s twelve past three in the morning, and I’ve just woken with a start. Somehow, I don’t feel the deep and dying loneliness often...