Flutter

If I could warn you of one thing, it would be that your heart will flutter in fear and in love. And though it is tempting to fear love, it is far more rewarding to fall in love with fear. Your heart will flutter, your lips will go dry, and your skin will pale, but you will…

Briefcase Blues and Moonlight (lovers are impractical things)

Lovers are impractical things. Your sunglasses rattle as the tires screech across long stretches of concrete. The sun only sets when it is exhausted, and so you sweat in its fervent heat until it vanishes beyond the horizon. The moon shrieks at midnight, and it fights for your affection – the nocturnal, exaggerated love you…

Finnish Sorbet

I’m a narcissist. I write poems and prose about “shes” and “hers”, but I am only dotting my Is with my own face. There’s only so much you can learn when you focus on one thing. These immanent apocalypses within ourselves, these tentative conclusions we come up with, to reduce infinity, to give ourselves some…

Los Angeles

I was engraved into the heart lines of novels. There were lights streaming from all angles, cutting me raw into a night that wouldn’t take me, and I found myself quoting books because writers can feel things better than me. Have you heard of Los Angeles? My God, how wonderful blue eyes look on beaches….