Mediocrity
Morning dew collects on the grass too heavy to soar and too light to trickle unlike the tears that gloss her face dwindling of heat and...
Heaven
It’s a sanctuary of unknown variables, and it doesn’t matter if you lived your years better than the lives before. He has curated...
Late Latte
Whenever the lights go out I can see into the past— hundreds of years ago. The coffee shop lays on top of a burial ground. I am too tired...
Walking the Plank
Matt was wearing his favorite snapback, the logoless one he had found in his stocking almost three seasons ago. (His other presents from...
River Lily
The white lily is perched on its neck the river-lily delicate as chalice, leans fronting all the current among the scattered vines on the...
Madness
If you touch me, my skin will crawl, and underneath my bones, behind my flesh: numbers, infinite numbers made of pixels link together...