Bodies in the rain that shift and change while you’re too busy checking your phone in the hope that some major disaster has occurred. If war has been declared, does it mean I won’t have to go to work tomorrow? I do hope so. But then they’ll be anarchy and people will become more… Read more

  It’s movie night. There’s wine and pizza. At first, I’m kinda aroused and fiddle with myself while touching her up, but then I become giddy and need to step outside. Outside, there’s noise from drunken kids hanging out on the corner of the street and a light rain that’s beginning to fall that makes… Read more

  A shy smile and tender ankles that speak to me of what it means to believe in the good of people when most of the time they resemble dog turds on cocktail sticks. A sense of intimacy shared between sidewise glances and words that say one thing while meaning so much more. Pleasantries are perfectly acceptable,… Read more

  Take a stroll while chain-smoking. Swallow some wine and brace yourself against the wind and rain. There are doorways. There are holes that take you places known and unknown. There are pathways that exist as they did back in your youth but not as they do now. Fallen logs that hang around for decades… Read more

  Had this dream where I was in an episode of Twin Peaks. Can’t remember many details, but the regular cast members were moving around me as I walked in circles in a crowded parking lot while smoking a cigarette. The weather was overcast, and you were somewhere nearby, part of the same group I… Read more

  I bite your lips, and I sing your songs, and when the moment feels just right, I give you all of my yeahs. Is it a nice gesture, or am I being seedy? Is this a storm or is it just one of those things? Did we meet by chance and there’s nothing more… Read more

  There’s thunder and now rain. In your ear, I whisper it so it sounds like the distant hum of the sea. There’s lightning, too. It flashes and illuminates the town when it should be sleeping. When I was a kid, they told me it was the man in the moon moving his furniture around.… Read more

  Crumpled pieces of paper with your name written on them and sketches of your half-smile that fill up several notepads I keep under my bed in a suitcase. Don’t get any ideas about reading them, there’s a lock on the thing, and the key is well hidden, much like my feelings regarding you in… Read more