ArchiveFebruary 2014

The Port


I recall you leaving that night. Your eyes, glistened and glazed; pupils¬†widened like the crack in your door. The dark hall poured into the room. At the summit of your shoulder, her and me made eye contact. Someone’s phone vibrated. Her shoe brushed back the shadows; her hand reached the knob. Your hand reached for mine. She stood between the door and frame – arms out, a nested spider...



In celebration of my boyfriend’s 21st birthday, I am sharing this non fiction piece I wrote about him last year. This piece recalls when we first met to the very beginning of our relationship.   I couldn’t see his eyes. He stood in front of me, wearing a hoodie with a broken zipper, white sneakers with ripped tongues, and denim jeans splattered with, what looked like, white paint...