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It took less than two minutes for Angela to appear on my doorstep after I got home Saturday night. I hadn’t even texted her to tell her I was..

Someday, Not any day soon, We will sit And talk Among the hydrangeas Blossoming On the veranda, Laughing Because it will b..

Some day Late May L.A. Soft roar Seashore Rain pour Inside We hide Tongue tied Glass wall Drops crawl Sun..

One day, when I wake alone in some city untouched by you, I will throw my windows open and think “this is it.” Sprawling bel..

I’ve spent my entire life staring at walls. Age four: my nose pressed against two blank ones because I slapped my sister and re..

At the very least, you can't tell me I didn't try. I put all of my belief into your voice. Some nights I worshipped the words I felt b..

It’s been so long since I've fallen asleep with the warm thought of someone tucked safely under my pillow. But tonight, as I he..

The moment of intimacy is no different than the drapes in the drawing room, the pulsating numerals on the dashboard, the lingering downpo..

They are temples of silence and memory, thin paper-walled sanctuaries. Secrets shelve themselves among out-of-print books and dusty ..

I dwell in waves of grain. Golden Julys. Summer, glory of the sun. I believe in the godliness of moments. How could I not? ..