In an attempt to get rid of the cloud over her head, Rhea took her heart out and put it on the table. She left it open, raw. Vulnerable. Exposed. She almost dropped it on the floor because, in the process of putting it on the table, that fleshy lump was beating so hard it […]
Unlike the tip of my fingers That feels like they burned When one or two songs Finally sounds like it should When I learned Neither was the surface of my hand That gets thicker in places Some for all those years I spent riding a bike Some for holding on to my pen a little […]
San, It's alright. I am alright. I have a perfect life. The love of my life, Well, they have everything I never knew I needed. So San, It's alright. I don't mind not having a new you. I got them by my side, And you're there sending signs That you watch, That you worry, That […]
what a sentence from a dead man did on a saturday morning originally posted on my substack page here on JUL 25, 2026 i used to say that i only get to have one week in a month to feel good. about myself, about my life, about my body. i was thinking if it’s the […]
I love to imagine how the train is standing still and the world around it is the one that’s moving. The sun has gone lower. The cumulonimbus visible behind the buildings is now grazed with thick orange that looks like the margin of a bonfire sight.
In a perfect world, the door she just slammed wouldn’t wake her brother from his sleep. The house would be hers, and she wouldn’t be having an upstairs neighbor that let their seven-year-old kid run around giving the ceiling those loud thumps at 11 p.m. on a Sunday night. But this wasn’t it. Not a […]