'Time flies when you're having fun' I heard somebody say — or maybe that's all part of the text, part of the message, part of the...

from this distance the lights blur the window is black is dark behind layers of glass and reflections. the ornament behind me is barely...

I found your identity hidden under the bed. You had searched everywhere, but I guess you needed a new light, or a different sun under...

"Tell me a story," the child begs. "Which story?" you ask. "Any story." "Any?" You raise your eyebrows. The child hums. "Maybe the...

He tastes her lips with reverence Feels the scales ripple beneath her skin A threat A warning "I do not need you" He knows. He knows and...

the cold creeps up on her spreads across her arms and fingers like cobwebs coated in frost and cocoons her in gentle white as she turns...

The harvester stalks into the night striding on long legs with joints that bend in wrong directions as it sways forward one leap after...

warm hands wrapped heat seeps into palms cold breath clouds peppers sting soft vegetables reduced to mush swallowed throat burns stings...

Stars gleam above you. Where are you? A cold wasteland. When are you? It crunches under your feet. Your boots. Who are you? The air...

The best days are those where she doesn't have to talk; when she doesn't nervously wait for an answer from somebody else. The best days...

We try to capture emotions like we hunt for butterflies. We sweep through the air towards the dainty flicker of wings, full of life and...

I'm not sure you realise how large a molar really is until it's gone. Until there's a gaping hole where it used to be, large enough to...

Her theory is this: If you assemble everything she has created in her life, you will find a picture of her heart. Her loves, her hates;...

She builds a fence, he knocks it down. She builds another, he knocks it down too. She builds a wall, he digs beneath. She moves away, his...

She comes to me while I stand on the balcony. The city lies beneath me, a map of lighted roads and chasing cars. The night is too alive...

You pull him close in private and wrap your arms around his waist. You stand in silence just behind him so he can't observe your face. If...

We see little willows drooping and think of weeping widows and girls braiding their branches with feathers and silk to hide that they are...

She thinks that sometimes it is easier to love another than what is right before her eyes. There is a familiar rhythm, comforting, only...

I dreamed that we built a boat in the fire and replaced the charred wood each time it burned through. We were trying to build a vessel,...

Money can't buy happiness. Objects aren't permanent. Things won't give you a continuous supply of joy. Maybe they're right. Maybe a new...