Kaleidoscope Eyes

Your hesitation lent itself / To an ocean’s depth of reverence . . .

Beware the Thaw

If I walked through the snow without leaving footprints . . .

Lotus Eater

You are my Lotus Eater, / Punch eternity to my eardrum . . .

Sea glass

The cold midnight wind was no match / For the glass in the palms of our hands . . .

An Analysis of “Neutral Tones”

All those who come to know love are bound to feel its sting. Love and pain are so tightly wound that in effect they are nearly the same: the only shift is in how one may feel at a given moment in time…

The Things They Carried in High School

First, Aspen Taylor carried letters, letters she had written to herself over the summer. In all her worries and anxiousness, all her curiosities and speculations, she had written to herself about what she thought the school would be like…

The Borderline

She is lost in her thoughts, her gaze soars through her mind…

Transitory

This moment, this transitory position in time…