Why should I? — At this point in time my life is almost miraculously fortunate. The stars have finally aligned. …

A story from the future — I dreamt about a bird. I had to keep it until it was time for cooking. It sat on my chest, wrapped in a tea towel, as I lay on a couch and felt its bones and feathers rustle beneath my fingers. …

We also followed you, striding through the night, two of us with failing eyes and fumbling legs,

I’m talking to the data machines and they seem like decent guys.

A cliché kitten’s velvety paw

Why can I never be mad at you without receiving your tenfold ire back? Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes my hurt is justified.

Free Verse

Remember when

I fear it’s begun, the final stage, heralded by a rain bomb.