She’ll Try to Write Books

She’ll try to write books. She starts them but never finishes them, even if she’s written the ending. Because she doesn’t know the full story. She can’t answer all the questions. It’s like the more she writes, she’s answering more about herself but asking more about the world. You’ll watch her as she sits and…

An Instant

I first saw her as she was walking with her friend. She wasn’t elegant or graceful. She wasn’t some hovering angel that glowed. But she took my breath away, and I couldn’t tell you quite what that means. She was bending over to scratch her knee as she walked. She was also in the middle…

Sleep

It was as though, during our slumber, the bed extended miles wide and although we fell asleep next to each other, safe in the warmth of the other’s frame, we woke up finding ourselves in two other countries. The sunrise brought a new day and that day always seemed to separate us. I was focused…

He told her how to walk. He taught her how to be seductive. He pulled her into positions and told her how to be nasty. She quickly lost sense of who she wanted to be and how she wanted to behave. In wanting to please him, in effort to stop all potential wars between them,…