cicadas fill the stagnant, humid air with their song. the sound is deafening as i stroll ... CONTINUED

six straight days of ninety-eight degrees have kept me locked indoors. my overworked ceiling ... CONTINUED

i. an evening shower speckles the window. a candle burns on the bedside table, its fitful ... CONTINUED

she shuts the door and crosses the room to her mirror. even all these years later she still has ... CONTINUED

her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep, i have ... CONTINUED

through raindrops on the window the red lights refracted into a thousand speckles. outside, a ... CONTINUED