Snapshots, 090619

In the seat in front of me, a girl's voice teases upward into a laugh. Between the window and the seat, her face is framed by light and a smartphone pressed to her ear; she's talking to someone she loves. The sun is hard in its heat and soft in its rays, and swaddles me…

Rainfall

To my grandpa---I love you always. An unacknowledged fear divides us, holds us back with steel, rolled and cold, drawing the warmth of our hands every time we dare touch the edge. We keep a safe distance. We observe each other, one hand outstretched, the rain of the skies falling all around us. The rain…

Sparks

One of my dreams, from June 10th 2018. Sparks flew. They were like fireflies, little flames of orange light, there one moment and gone the next.  It could have been a trick of the eye, but I knew they were there.  I could feel it. It burned on contact and the house was engulfed completely in tongues…