[10 September 2019] You cup your smile between two halves of an orange, peeled, juice running sticky sweet down your hands and your forearms and dripping off the tip of your elbows, landing splash on the grey tile floor warmed by a patch of latesummer sun.

[22 August 2019] I stand, at the place where the river splits in two, wondering how long it has been since I have called this place my own. I hear you stirring in the waters. Your name runs warm across the back of my hand. The side splits. Splits down the middle. Splits at the…

[20 August 2019] One day, all I will ask is to hear you speak my name once more – to see my face in your eyes peeking out from just behind the veil.

[12 July 2019] Nothing can ever be just itself. We stretch, we long, we crave to reach that point just beyond ourselves, that point just out of reach, the point of almost discovery, where the ivy clings to the moonlight and your brown stone walls and the plum blossoms in your hands.

[10 July 2019] Remember when you told me that life cannot be made out of ideals? It was summer. Sweat glistened on your brow but your skin was cool. You said that life must be lived on the ground, in the dust, in the dirt; that life can never be more than it is right…

[8 July 2019] He sits there, on the park bench overlooking the lake. His legs swing back and forth, absentmindedly, not quite touching the ground. It’s summer. The lake water and the sweat and the dew and the water in the air mingle back and forth, exchanging themselves with one another, condensing on empty bottles…

[27 June 2019] and so you live here in the waiting and the wanting the quiet murmur the sigh the hush that falls over the house at 2 am after sunday nights doing over and over and over again on the silver screen seeing the ritual crushed in silence between two colliding bodies drawing deep…

[22 May 2019] June. The warm air floats by gently carried by a cool undercurrent and the scent of water. She sits there, eyes closed, shoulders dropped, face glowing and shaded by her wide-brimmed straw hat she bought years ago from the shop down the street. She breathes in. The air fills her lungs with…