The slowest getting-to-know-you phase in the world. I suppose it’s because we’re so quiet. Not a lot to say, and no pressure to fill the space with noise. No nervous chatter, no small talk or bullshit. So it’s slow, yes, but it’s been exactly what I’ve always hoped for.


Summer Storm

Heat lightning turns to the real thing, just a little ways north. But straight up, neck craned to the sky, I can still see the stars. Just like that, I’m back in the driveway with my head on your lap and your fingers tracing promises through my hair. Even though it’s been years, these showy… Continue reading Summer Storm


Off Chance

On the off chance you come stumbling back here, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, or to shake awake any type of old hurt. I'd heard good news of yours, somewhere twisted into this achy and overgrown grapevine, and my curiosity got the best of me. I was so… Continue reading Off Chance