Prose Poetry: Unmade

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: In Which You Said So

You said so. Or at least, I thought you did. I thought I heard you say it when we were lying on my bed, watching the stars that never appeared in my ceiling. We talked about what we did that day and who we spoke to and what we thought about the state of the … Continue reading