So I leave the windows open.
Let the rain seep to the floor
As a late-night treat for my dog.
The line of half drunk
Coffee cups leave rings
On the mantle that I’ll clean eventually…
Flowers are beautiful, but they’re not worth
the suffocation. My garden bed dries out
too fast when I’m planted too close to my
neighbors. I’m sick of my nutrients…
For years, when asked my favorite color,
“forest green” would fly out of my mouth
without a second thought. Although the
Northwest is a place I have only dreamt of
visiting, I feel those towering pines beckon me…
The best kind of light is the peek through the blinds type. The prismatic array of color meeting light, almost like it’s trying to play a trick on my eyes. A refraction making the rest of the room feel dull against it…
Sylvie trotted down the cobblestone path, balancing the basket on his arm. The night breeze grew stronger and he pulled the large blanket closer to him. He turned to Arlene, who followed beside him, and smiled…
Our young, reckless hearts
desire the cultured nectar
of Dionysus,
while an older couple
advises us to travel
all the days of our lives
(as tartly flaming blood
of Tuscan grapes
dances across our tongues)…