in search of someone else

I. she was the smallest spark. a fading star, a wisp of smoke, a gasp, a plume of breath on an icy winter night. she always liked it austere. honest: no ornamentation, no comfort bare bones and brittle waiting for a spring that might never come. in her deep dark forest and its endless black … Continue reading in search of someone else

the story you hadn’t written yet

I didn’t see you until I saw you, carved out of the end of summer, late September sunshine along the curve of your jaw. Sky blue, clear like the way you saw through everything, All the way to its core. And I started admiring fields of pale grass and the corner of your mouth– that … Continue reading the story you hadn’t written yet