Trigger Warning: Mentions of death and vague references to suicide. If you see my bones, speak to them gently. I took care to lay them down in the moss in that place I always ran to. I shouldn’t have done that, right? But running was all anyone ever taught me to do.  Between the log ...

Click here for previous works in the Photographs series. “What did you see before the wax melted and you fell back to earth?” I ask him. It’s just the two of us here right now. “Before your wings began to tear apart, did you touch the sun?” I hope he thought of his mother as ...

March 25th, 2008. 3:45 pm “This should work for your assignment for this week.” Nigel sets down the photograph and looks across the desk at his student. The 17-year-old slouches and fidgets. His fingers tangle in a set of headphones. “Where did you find the model?”  “I mean…” Nathan hesitates. “I just had my camera ...

At 5:23 p.m. on March 16th, 2008, in a coffee shop off Main Street, a bell rings. Sophie stumbles through the door, pushing her wild blonde hair back while the wind does its best to turn it into snarls. She’s met with her sister’s back. The cafe is quiet, so no one is there to ...