night disrobes before me, layer by layer. shade by shade. through drawn curtains she draws me ... CONTINUED

The first time I saw her she ordered a Caramel Macchiato. Venti. No whipped cream. And as the ... CONTINUED

i. blame it on adam, this need to label everything we see. and sometimes feel. you see, ... CONTINUED

a mason jar filled with colored pencils sits on the sill bathed in morning sunlight. most are ... CONTINUED

I used to pour oil on canvas outdoors with brushes or pigment-stained fingertips, but if I ... CONTINUED

Through the screen door night creeps in silky smooth and sweet. Somewhere in the distance an owl ... CONTINUED

it's getting late so i shut off the tv and check the back door to make sure it's bolted ... CONTINUED