ArtFlow

You texted at 2pm, said maybe later,
and later bloomed into a whole season.
I rearranged the books by color, not title.
...

Distance isn't measured in kilometers. She knew this now. You can be across an ocean from someone and feel them complete...

You don't need a wildfire to burn. Sometimes a small flame in the right place — a look across a room, a hand on a should...

The first night in a new city feels like holding your breath underwater. Everything is too loud and too bright and nobod...

January rain sounds different than other rain. Heavier, somehow. More deliberate. Like it has somewhere to be and isn't ...

I kept your number
in case the person I became
needed to explain herself
to someone who knew her before.
The city didn't...