All Memory

It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into white and fur in the headlights. Its eyes were like two pearls. I watched as it tumbled away into the darkness, that broken filament, and I...

Near the End of It

As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older. We attempted to speak like birds, all sound in the early morning glow, the pink dew and raw strawberries. You became all hands, you like a...

Photo Shoot

You stand suspended, the ladder which seems to swim against a white ceiling. I lay in a curve of color—I imagine somewhere, the wind is blowing. You tell me to look deep into the lens, eyes conversing, and I do. Inside the barrel, there are woods. I find a tree, when,...