Dusk froze, the moon surfaced, slowly buffering and peeking through the trees: an eye with no sense of sight.
Last Night
L
Small Sips
S
Our eyes met somewhere past the fourth wall
Summer Rain
S
The sky darkened that afternoon; the sun lost itself in a confetti of clouds. The air was still hot and humid but, a chill passed me like a fly. Restaurant staff members were folding outdoor chairs and tables in a hurry. I could see their pocketed receipts and order slips blow in the wind like handkerchiefs. Everything felt so rushed and yet, the dark cloud was a sky tortoise, hesitant to shake...
Love Tokens
L
We baked apple crisp in the Instant Pot with maple syrup that went bad over five years ago.
Day Dream
D
you poured us a homemade brew, swirled with juniper, hibiscus too