from the bed she motions me closer, her dark eyes alluring and deep like uncharted oceans ... CONTINUED

a downpour slaps mildewed concrete abutting my sliding door, its staccato applause echoing the ... CONTINUED

if only the rain washing dusty streets after weeks of summer drought felt cool on parched ... CONTINUED

Separation is an illusion, they say. But sitting in my darkened home as a lone candle fitfully ... CONTINUED

i cross a foot bridge. worn wooden slats creak beneath my feet. the pond's mirrored ... CONTINUED