We skate on icy rainbowsthat shimmer between puffy cloudssliding along the blades of golden rayscareful of the jagged shards. Puffs of foggy shouts crystallizeas ...

Sunset The red sky said Not yet TwilightThe bright moon winksStage right Nightfall The stars espiedMasked ball

Oh, my dear Judasyou once meanteverything. We played, laughedand fought demonstogether. We wanted to liveand take on thecruel world. But your family hatedme hanging ...

After everyone had blinked a couple times, Rilke imagined a mountain stream, fixated on the way the cold water splashed through the fine, sparkly ...

I’ve long been disappointed with the lack of diverse characters in popular fiction today. My current work in progress is an attempt to shrink ...

Signaling to nobody, Rilke turned onto the state route from the gravel access road he and Kyle had taken to reach their hiking trails ...

Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns ...

It’s that time of year again. The leaves change color, people wear more layers of clothing, and they consider it socially acceptable to drink ...

Thirty days and thirty nightscan never be enoughto get over you. The light you broughtinto my life is nowa distant memory. Every time I ...

a bowl of cereal, and  a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts  our streetlamp posts  are receiving new globes down the village road there ...