There's an old box in a closet somewhere, up on a shelf, maybe down in a corner. It rarely sees the light; perhaps a few moments every now and again when it creeps in at just the right angle. I can't remember the last time I opened mine. Less and less these days, except to … Continue reading Box In a Closet

Shitty drunk, and stoned, I clawed for my phone. Then stumbled through my Face ID, nearly too twisted to be recognized by the one thing that knows me best. In my younger, more fashionable days, I would have called this crossfaded. Now though, balding and grey, with lines chasing each other across my face, it's … Continue reading Food With Instructions

Of course, her beliefs were her own; who else’s would they be anyway? They’d been lovingly and dutifully crafted over time by experience, obviously. Sure, they could have been influenced by her family and perhaps even her friends, but at most, they added just the slightest bit of nuance. She had done the work and … Continue reading The Prisoner Guard

Pain is the artist's cheap trick. No doubt the price paid for that muse was high, but the reward can be the same. The ugly side of life's universal truths. So uniquely normal that its mere mention can capture an audience. They’ll fix each one of your errors and omissions, filling in the gaps as … Continue reading The Impatient Guest

My mind moves against me. The memories dance and hide in the scents we once spun together. “Should we get Thai?” “You wanna hit this?” “I hate cleaning the litter box.” You always looked beautiful reflected in the mirror that sits on your dresser. From each corner hung necklaces that just covered the small notes … Continue reading Spring Rolls and Sativa

“Christ.” I run my hands through what's left of my hair, then down my face with increasing pressure. I breathe deep, forgetting for a moment that my head still rings with last night's festivities. The numbness in the back of my throat jerks me awake. I grab for the half-full water bottle on my nightstand … Continue reading Sunday Morning Was Once Saturday Night

So what do I do with these gifs and memes I've saved for you? They're filling up my phone, and although you've never seen them, I’m sure each one is perfect. You’d see the notification and smile that smile saved for lovers and small glowing screens. Maybe someday I'll get to show you. “So, what’s … Continue reading A Picture Says a Couple Words