vignettes on love
I’m searching for something I’ll never find. His sunken bones, heavy with sorrow, are telling me more than these words between us that trail into the thin night air. In…
the rise and fall of clean girl
Every morning at 5 am, when the sun is still sleeping and the moon is walking away, she flutters open her eyes. After only 10 seconds of her alarm, she’s…
an ode to finding yourself
When do we stop and realize what we want? How does it stop us? The mundane becomes flooded with warm, vibrant color. The lukewarm days finally have substance to them,…
