Flurries

-She’s wearing the same grey shirt she left your apartment with. You smile. It looks good on her, your grey shirt. More than a bit on the large side, but you want it to look good on her. You want to imagine that there’s a reason it looks good on her, that it’s more than the simple fact that to you, in that moment, and for quite a while now, everything looks good on her. It’s her. Not what she wears, but in that moment, as she walks in wearing your grey shirt, you want to believe that the universe […]

June 19, 2014

That Which Was Lost

– I stumble out; the sun still setting off the sky. The blues turned a hazy reddish purple. I’ve only had a couple of drinks. I’ve always been capable of holding more than just a couple. But I can’t. Not this day. I can taste nothing but the alcohol as it evaporates in my mouth, and I swallow dry. I can’t. I refuse to. The pulsing in my heart quickens and my heart strains. I shiver. As I stumble out, the dying light of day shocks my senses. I feel weakened. In the moment’s darkness, everything is lost. Everything except […]

June 15, 2014

Abstract of Emotion

– There needn’t have been a deluge, the rain cascading against the anterior walls with a soft thud like crimson colliding against tissue. The scent of childhood innocence didn’t have to evaporate into the humidity that filled the night, but it did and there was. In the sleek darkness of night, against the stark reflections of life in the glistening of settled rain, Macauley could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart; the ricochet of its echo, from chamber to chamber, causing a reverberation in his breath, and along his arterial walls. The quickening pulse; a pulsation which undermined his […]

June 2, 2014

Sediment

-The sediment of breath rests, still, in the folds; I exhale a scattering of argon, your breath so long ago awakened in me; a warmth insulates my veins finds its way along the curvature of my spine. The next breath is mine, but you; across the restlessness of wind and the folds creased into memory to hide the bits of truth in every moment. Skin quivers underneath the layers: memory, dust, the thin fabric I wear to conceal the rupture; it is still there, after all these years, along with the smallest bits of you which I only imagine, as […]

February 14, 2014

The Story

– He heard the story from a friend. His friend had taken it from a girl he slept with once, though it had not been a one night stand. It had taken his friend months to get this girl to open up to him. And then she did and shortly after swore she never would again. They stopped calling and texting each other. But he kept the story. He placed it on a shelf and forgot about it for a good long while. It collected dust. Spiders used it as a foundation for their intricately spun designs. It wasn’t until […]

November 25, 2013

Erosion

-In the trance of time I stand. There, as the winds breathe and the ashen remains of the greatest before us are swept wildly into oblivion, I remain. Buildings erode by the nips of whispering breezes. I am diminished by their loss. I am lost in the aftermath of exhaling. The particles of argon collide with the moment, the present, and reach across time, beyond me and these crumbling structures.

September 28, 2013

Gone

-We are complex creatures. Shadows envelop us, so that the space the light touches is empty. We are dark outlines. She sits on the edge of the bed. Her thigh tenses causing the mattress to quiver. The smoke swirls around us. The only thing that joins us. There is a silence now. The buzz of the electric current feeding the lamp is a muffled hum. The bed has felt every movement and echoed it along its springs. It is still now. We are silent. But not a word has passed between us since we entered the room. Only the clinking […]

July 29, 2013

Impetus 1

-1. There are moments which play in your mind again and again at different intervals and in different seasons. As you age, they remain the same and continue to loop through your awareness. As age accumulates, the story and its possibility still beckon. The breeze picks up. He’s been taking steps across the sand. Having forgotten his flip flops or any change of clothing, his pant legs are rolled up and his feet bare, as the sun sinks into the grains. The breeze picks the sand into the air, the way in those moments free of worry, forced focus, and […]

June 15, 2013

Steps Away -YS

– “I love you,” she mouths the words, but he can’t return them. He wants to pack them up and take them with him in case he needs a reminder that if nothing else, she said them and likely was sincere. She’s proven such sincerity, but at the heart of him he still doubts it. He doubts it in the way, when as a child he would make his way to the ice cream shop and they were out of his prefered praline, he would doubt that any of the remaining were ice cream at all. But he wants to […]

June 2, 2013