He Looks So Stupid On Facebook Anyway

That night was us and the strange scent of hello drifting on the mint of a tide corroding the shore. She left me to walk a beam, some remnant of a dock we'd never care or come to know. Her arms were straight and steady by her side, like a gymnist on...

I'm-mortal

I've known death as I've known love, intimately, through only deep and fleeting glimpses. Always on the brink of that sweet release, some breadth or fall I can't describe will elude to remove that absolute finality and embrace. Yet again I'm left...