love poem


The sky and sea met at a line on the horizon, the end of themselves, as defined by their meeting. There they became indistinct, what made them so resigned, combined with the other. And they gave themselves freely, that line… Read More ›


My grandfather has fallen asleep with a paperback in his lap, hands braided, glasses on — and I watch his reflection from the bathroom mirror where someone has left a stick of deodorant by the sink that says Sure, and I am… Read More ›

When she knew

They fell asleep by the light of the Visualizer on the laptop but the sound was tinny and the light from it cold, and neither one of them wanted to go to sleep but they both did without deciding to,… Read More ›