I imagined swimming with you through the air up into the sky. As we got higher and higher the air got lighter and we could swim faster and faster towards the night sky. The stars were strobe lights, twinkling with interstellar whistling. I didn’t care about the stars so much as I cared about you,… Read More wakedream
(Certain nights feel like a dream. And when you wake up the next morning, you can’t remember if what had happened the night before had really happened or you just wished it had happened.) (And much like trying to remember dreams, these moments quickly slip from your grasp.) Portrait #1 “How are you… Read More A Moving Picture: Summer ’15
19 May 2017 Dear ______, The beginning of the end, or perhaps a draw closer to the inevitable climax: I am seated in a bar in Orono, Maine writing a letter to no one in particular instead of talking to those around me (I know no one here but the bartender). There was a cute… Read More Letter 5.19.2017 the ringing inside your ears
“Are you hungry?” Laura asked. “A little. It’s a little late.” I was sitting on Laura’s bed with my back against the wall. Laura’s head was on my lap. She was facing up at me. I was running my fingers through her hair, sprawling curls out one by one over my leg and onto the… Read More Are you hungry?