Quick! Someone go back in time and ask Michael Knowles to prom so he can stop being a butthurt know-it-all and complaining about proactive women for the rest of his life.

In case of fire, break glass.

Darkness. The gentle hum of a fan. Two bodies, barely recognizable under the sheets, save for the light glow of the moon intruding under and over the curtains. There’s some shuffling as she rolls over to face his left ear. First a few quiet breaths, then she inhales and whispers, “I love you.” It was […]

the garden

loved but unloved. left unexplained. a shifting plate. instant earthquake. finally find a flower amongst weeds but not for me. someday when you can’t find the sun, you’ll realize i was a fantastic gardener.