Mirrorball

It’s difficult not to feel like I’ve been running in place for a decade. The people in my life who once seemed like they were on some distant, and not very interesting, path are now brushing by me regularly, their shirt sleeves tickling my elbows. They have advanced...

Fostered

Molly was a fallaway Catholic. She’d grown up in the system but the only thing that she seemed to have truly internalized was a mastery of guilt and its effect as a weapon. She was charming and warm to fresh faces unless they were in the service industry in which case...
Hollow Bones

Hollow Bones

Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing over me Advancing color schemes Soft at dawn I feel that sunlight rising...

The Benefits of Becoming a Bore

I made a squeegee with the skin between my thumb and forefinger…and as I ran my hand along the glassy rail the crystal drops danced up and over the back of my hand splashing down into the deep unsettling murk of the mossy bay. The sleeve of my hoodie was soaked. I was...

Windstorm

He existed in a windstorm. Feverishly keeping the lattice work of lies he’d built from violently splintering into the howl. There were mornings when he felt that things were getting away from him. It wasn’t the first thought. More of a feeling at the first. A slight,...