Notes From Above Ground (Act Two)

Isn't it strange that she reminds you of someone you've never met before. So silent and full of storms. There's something violent in the quiet of her eyes. Two coals that look like they're crying at the sun. Her smile has a frown in it and the way she...

Notes From Above Ground (Act One)

You have an awful memory and I need remind you:   Nick has just as strange a laugh as you do. You don't see him often but his heart is bright and being around him feels warm. His jokes are awful but you laugh anyway. Not like work, not like when...

De Spērantia

It was an awful year.    December is at its end and like most I find myself reflecting on the past by interval of dozens. And yet I know twelve doesn't capture yester-yays quite so well. Our lives aren't so simple as to fit into cartons like...

Birth, Much A Lot Like Death

Your love was worthy of my life and so I gave it gladly. Not with a sign or wine but a smirk and  smile happy as the day we (never) met. No sacrifice or ritual needed in that threaded ends well met, decided to put to rest such a restless deviled man....

It's Not You, It's Her (Pt1 of Too Many)

“You know what poisons cows?” He said. A plastic bag rustled between the trees and three children playing skip-the-cracks across the sidewalk. There was a fruit cart stand, so small and undefinable on that little corner of East Side New York,...