Happy Father’s Day, Dad

Let me tell you about yesterday’s dream. I’m standing at a door. Whatever has happened up to this point is unimportant, because now there is a door and I must go through it. My hand rests on the knob and shakes and turns. The door opens. I am looking for someone, someone else, so when … Continue reading

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Write

There aren’t many elegant ways to say this. I lost my dad last week. It was unexpected and anticipated all at once, and pretty much the most crushing emotional blow I’ve ever received (and I’ve had my fair share). My dad and I had a great relationship. I think I understood him better than he … Continue reading

New Year, New Faces, New York

This year there was a huge,  unanticipated change to my life. If you read my post from last year, you’ll know that I was itching for SOMETHING to happen. That I was traveling all over, trying to find a place where I fit. My parents moved out of my childhood home and to a new … Continue reading

There is a War Within Me

“There is a war within me,” she murmured. “And both sides are at an impasse. The battles rage day by toiling day and at the end of it, when all the soldiers are dead or dying, I start to think that maybe I have made my choice. Maybe I can do without you. Maybe I … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Inbox

An old one. Maybe it seems like an odd choice, thanks to its melancholy, but it was written during New Year’s once, and seemed sort of appropriate, if angst-y. My inbox used to be full of you. And I hadn’t realized just how much it had emptied, just how trivial the content there had become, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Knight

Once upon a time, there was a knight who became a statue. It was a curse, as these things go, and before he could cry out he was no longer made of flesh, muscle, tissue, bone. He was no longer a man, with man-like joints and tendons and flexing hands and toes. He was cold, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Wall

And so there they were, feet sinking ever so slightly into the wet sand. Two minutes, maybe less, and for the first time they could think of nothing to say. Universes in their past, tattooed into their skin, every star sown into the fabric of their lives and yet here, now, there was nothing to … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Done

I am done, she said. Not aloud, not to anyone who would hear the words. She said it with a choice, with a lack of doing that spoke volumes louder than any words she could have chosen. I am done, she told him. She told him by not showing up, by ignoring his calls, by … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Earl Gray

I sip Earl Gray tea at a table in the corner. It is dim and mysterious in my corner, exactly how I like it when seeing someone more attractive than I. Daylight is so unforgiving. I want to be mistaken for beautiful, even though my self consciousness will get the better of me once I … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Cigarettes

He sits here with me in the darkness, smoking. God, how I used to hate smoking. I knew someday it would rob me of people I loved. Am I really so cynical these days, that I don’t even worry about that anymore? For fuck’s sake, it’s just a cigarette. For fuck’s sake, it’s not going … Continue reading