a short collection of poems and prose.

a. Sometimes when I see lights, I see burning flame. People are synonymous with exit signs, And I keep searching for a way out of the fire. b. we're all just different points on a map, reaching for something or someone. we build train tracks between human connections take cars to people, in hopes of … Continue reading a short collection of poems and prose.

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short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.

I raised a coffee cup to my mouth but when I sipped, a blue bird flew out. Its feathers rang songs of the sea as it flew--a smell of sea salt and cigarette ash swam in the air. For years since we stopped having our morning coffee, all I could see was blue. The world … Continue reading short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.