Slipping Through My Fingers

Hello old friend. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. I find that I am only tempted to write during times of upheaval and transformation and I don’t even really consider myself to be a writer anymore anyway (must all my writing be so forlorn?) It’s been almost four years since “Night Falls […]

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Salvage

It is a Sunday afternoon and this is what my life is: I wake up, I go to work, I read on my breaks or sometimes scroll the internet or sometimes do nothing at all. I fall into bed with heavy eyes and a yawn at 4 pm, I wake up to fading daylight and […]

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Night Falls on Pie à la Mode

Two years before, I used to escape into other hot summer nights to find a place that could be mine, if only for a moment. I would meander down the silent streets in the dark and replay the past to fill the space. Just days before leaving this place, I found myself reliving things again.

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