As the sky is painted orange and pink, I catch you leaning as if to see it. But your eyes remain shut, and so I think, For however long it takes, I will sit By your side, holding your hand...

With a tongue like a silver blade, He effortlessly entrances and seduces That velvety voice beckons not to be afraid Always a gentleman I am none the wiser I am under his spell of nightshade His...

cars parallel parked not quite bumper to bumper on residential streets minivans and moving vans packed to capacity trunks and doors slam open and shut people coming and going in...

i.  A lonely hill in Ohiopyle a low lying brick wall in Schenley Park a grass front yard in Batavia Illinois no matter where I am this land provides a platform to view the sky above it so I do not...

irregularly but never at a slow burn when the storm hits it is not the anticipation that kills but the novice treatment of destruction which makes it unexpected in the same way a tsunami...

Rain runs down the misted windowpane, slide, slick, slip liquid lengthening, water accumulating from a drop to a drip, bumping together, absorbing one into the other. Pitter-patter...

I slide my red and yellow headphones onto my head, the cushions covering my ears, and I plug myself in. I push play to begin the game. Music slips into my ears from both sides of my...