October 9, 2024
They told me to leave
I had out-stayed the time allotted to me
Her eyes pled with mine as I left
Get this thing off of me so I can win
October 7, 2024
The attic felt like a doorway to another present, where the border between the future and the past was homogenous. The remnants of my grandfather’s life merged with the fragments of dreams that haunted my sleep.
October 5, 2024
I can imagine myself as anyone or anything embracing weeds as well as peonies, letting them simmer with contemplation