Unproud Warrior
In the clotting fog he came stretching into view, hind legs still cast in the shadow of the copse. The path to breakfast was nonchalant and he licked yoke off his jowls as tidily as if she’d handed him a napkin.
Who Knows Where the Time Goes
I wish I had the grace of the dog, to be blinking in a pool of light and look heaven sent. The brimming tubs had strands of my hair indenting the water, proof of weakened little follicles and faulty hormones. Sweaty impressions of ass and thigh on the sauna floor.
I Want You To Know Me
We’ve since learned that the internet insists on an increasing lack of subtlety, something that would have made the watchdogs blush just ten years ago.
Riga Black
Time passes. A slow burning of hours under rain clouds and moonlight when silent things unfurl and rush for the sky.
The Four Seasons: Spring 1
A song designed to illicit an emotional melt down at the grocery store, smiling wetly at the man in the produce aisle clasping a cluster of tomatoes to his chest.
The Righteous Wrath of an Honorable Man
It ended like all hurricanes, in a stillness that was frightening to approach.
Cloisterphobia
You and me shivering in decrepit jeans and woodsmoke sweatshirts. A little further apart than when we left and a little softer still.
Running Up That Hill
You whipped through a wall of rain in Wyoming, cruising alongside a crescent of horses racing against the dark edge of cloud. Your heart was screaming.
Changes (Eluvium Remix)
You are flashing your eyes (zing! pow!) at anything that moves. You are suspended for six delicious minutes in a world of satisfaction.
