The Color of Water

Oh, my beautiful Bez, how I dream of you tonight. My sleep has been light, interrupted by dream upon dream of you. In one, we are in a small house in the middle of a field of red poppies, a tiny bent and crooked house, painted white, red brick chimney built at impossible angles. A […]

The Understory

“I was having the strangest dream,” Bez says. It’s dark in my room, and the light that slips in through the crack follows the curve of her shoulder, her waist, her hip, a path from top to bottom. I cannot see her eyes, but I know they are open, cannot see her lips move, but […]


I am dreaming of a girl named Adelaide. In the light of the sun, her hair is the color of sunflowers, her eyes the deepest blue, her lips apple red, and her disposition equally bright and warm. By moonlight however, she becomes a seductress, hair and eyes black as onyx, lips cold and aching for […]


I haven’t been able to get my head in the rewriting game today while at home, and so I’ve gathered up my things and walked down to the coffee shop for a change of scenery. It’s too easy to get distracted in my own space sometimes, and I find that putting myself into a noisy […]


I wake from a dream this morning of people I used to know that I never see, friends and lovers, gone and gone. This explains my melancholia this morning. There are days where perhaps staying in bed all day is an option that should be allowed.