[9 July 2019] Autumn and the taste of apple crisp lingers on the tongue long after the sun has set

[19 September 2019] A juxtaposition of fate, binary stars pulled too close or spun out of orbit, a memorial to the concept that time is anything but eternal. The sand from my shore washes up on yours, building bridges through shared solitude, carving a path through atemporality towards something distinctly ours: regret.

[18 September 2019] You lean back – warm water and cold air and strong shoulders and the east Atlantic. Time must work that way, too – a long string of desires and fears and letters waiting to be sent. They stack up like old books or coffee cups, building a blockade between sense and longing,…

[16 September 2019] If you came, Walking the roads you’ve walked, From the place you’ve come, To the place where you’re going, Would you see the hills and the trees and the bushes Dotted white with snow or snow, Like the end of January or the beginning of spring? If you came at midday, Would…