If we aren't made of stardust then why do we fly through space and see the swirl of galaxies form each time we squeeze our eyes ...

The smell of burning leaves outside couldn't overpower the smell of burning croissants wafting from the downstairs kitchen, the cha...

You look at me and see a gray body bloated with memories, wrinkled by the worries of a life too well remembered You see no beauty in t...

"I love you in the future," he says, believing his own words as he kisses me on the forehead like a real lover would -- Cr...

Inspired by summer family vacations spent in the sand dunes of Pismo Beach and Big Sur We spent afternoons rolling down mountains of san...

a lovely stranger pressing his skin against mine in the crowded subway car at rush hour, nudging me ever so slightly during the curves ...