on the mantle a single photo framed in faux silver. a young couple in shades of black and ... CONTINUED

a half empty cup of coffee neglected on my desk slowly turns cold — (while half a world ... CONTINUED

beneath warm fleece sheets she sleeps (dreaming of worlds which could never exist) and i can't ... CONTINUED

gray skies and bitter cold conspire to shut me indoors. outside, a few fluffy flakes of ... CONTINUED

beneath a tear-stained sky the night cracked open wide a million specks of light can't dispel ... CONTINUED