I’m from the azure sky. Peaceful streets of lonely trees. The cool breeze of southern air. A radiant house of white. Read More
I sat there scared, trying to get lost in thought, denying the fact that I’d become the praised, somewhat unwilling center of the universe. Read More
in the pocket of her old coat, I stumbled upon the scent of oolong tea, black gunpowder, firecracker ash. Read More
Often, I go looking. For patterns, for pleasure, for grace, for inspiration, for a minute alone. Read More
I see around me. Diversity, community.People like me and unlike me. A common space, common ground, common thread. Read More
She suffered from a kind of grotesque beauty.A thing that made men stare when they shouldn’t have gawking, squawking, shouting, stuttering under-breath muttering things obscene, trite and true. Read More
His eyes. They sing to me. They sing a song that no other man had sung. They sing a song that compares him to no one. His eyes are the windows to my heart. Which explains why he can find his way in so easily. Read More
She impassionately kissed him. Not because he deserved it. But because “it was the right thing to do." Read More