June 18, 2021
Burnt air tastes of ash and smoke. Specks of lined paper rise up on a sweeping current into the sky.
August 29, 2019
He lingered in the doorway, tall and dark. Bright too, in the glow of the sun that sizzled his face.
March 30, 2019
I remember the heat of him as he'd push up against me, gin-fouled and smelling of Camel Wides.