We tell our truest stories when soup’s on. When the bay leaves do their thing (whatever it is), we reach into our deepest pockets and empty them all the way out. We’ve had enough time to stew, and so has the soup. It’s the warmth of it all, probably. And the waiting, because the longerContinue reading “Soup’s On”

I’m sitting on a side table that’s usually meant for the alarm clock. Incense smoke drifts lazily to the ceiling, where I bet it lives for a while and I just don’t see it. My coffee is cold, but it always is after I’ve found it again. The piles keep moving from one place toContinue reading “Changing the Furniture Around”

It’s so hot out, yet I’m still so cold. Numb to the fingers and toes. Frost-bitten while the heat makes waves in the air all around. Look left. Look right. Pebbles as far as the eye can see. I’m just sitting on the beach, wishing for waves. Wishing for even a drop of the oceanContinue reading “Frost In Summer”