Galeophobia

how we desert sprites grew into sharks, i’ll never know: creatures of the depths that roam without ceasing, that cannot stop for fear of sinking death   Does the sea envy land its solidity? Does it tire of the dipRead more…

Valentine’s Day

i. my heart is a nightwatchman who still fears the dark, a warrior woken in peacetime by phantom gunfire crashing through his dreams   my beloved walks even when there is nowhere to be, feet duty-bound to shake off pursuersRead more…

The Note

Last night I found a note that I had written for myself at the beginning. For myself, but really for you.   We exist in a bubble – Of you and me. It doesn’t matter what will or what wasRead more…