Duality

If you knew me when I was young, you never would have imagined me as the solitary sort. I was always with friends, either surrounded by people or animals or any sort of distraction. Yet I never fully trusted anyone, for I was raised to keep secrets. And keep them I...

Well Met

Strange fruit – shape and husks like the mottled purple-white breasts of small dying birds, scattered on asphalt. Running together, life and death in the avenue. That we choose one over the other – fight like cancer to linger in this place – affirms...