When Time Stops

When time stops you hear the raindrops sing. The distant past echos in your heart with the rhythm of melancholy. Like sapphire embedded in faded stone to be discovered by archaeologists in two thousand years, you etch this moment into the mesh of memories. Pictures …

Honey

She led him to a playground in the winter night. “Oh, look at this,” she said. Her soles sank into the rubber flooring hardened by the wind. She sat on a teeter totter, waiting for him. He had never been on one since he was …

Emotional Companion

There’s a sculpture of two white birds that rests on my desk. Milky marble that rests suspended in their wings, perched with their beaks in an almost touch. From whichever angle, it appears that they are physically together. Yet look closer—there’s a blade of air …