as is

perfect "It's perfect!" I shout to the barista. My mouth puckers a little as I turn away - the espresso in my drink is a touch »

just a song at twilight

It was a month or so ago, now. I had just finished up with work and begun the drive home, forgoing the short route in favor »

autumn wind rises

The sun is starting to change its quality. It's just over a week after the autumnal equinox, so still practically summer, especially here—but the »


I have so many stories to tell. I could tell you about midsummer—the way that time ran different, and how the ghosts of the »

road blues

This is the post I didn't want to write. These are the thoughts that make me feel guilty. These are the wrenching feelings that bash right »