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Underneath the surface

It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading

the work of a week

monday There is a great debate that has been raging for years: does the week start on a Sunday or a Monday?

First Lines #3

She opened the sepulcher of her mouth. Continue reading

At great cost

I wanted her. I wanted to love her. Continue reading


You give me no fever. That, you must understand, is the difficult part. You give me no fever — I do not dream of the sinuous curves of your legs twining about mine

First Lines #2

The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.

First Lines #1

“9/11 happened. And then so did I.”

More love

“You say that you love but your love comes with strings attached. It comes with rules (it can happen only with this or that), it comes with boundaries (it allows up to this or that) and it comes with limits (I cannot forgive this or that). Mine doesn’t work that way.

just like you

“Don’t admire me. Respect me, yes, but don’t look up to me — look at me! I’m not a clever character in a book or a play; I’m not a statue or a god; I’m not anything more than anybody else. I’m a person, a person who works hard, tries hard, and gets lucky, same … Continue reading


I enter the bedroom, lit only by a sliver of light peeking through a misaligned shade and I am frozen by the sight of you, a dark blanket made of night slung over your hips and slipped off your shoulder to reveal the glowing curve of your breast and the hint of a pebbled edge…

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

January 2019
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