Morning Coffee
I push open the door to let myself in. Inside, it is warm and humid, a welcoming shelter amidst the wind and snow outside. It’s half past...
The Last Time I Committed Murder
Blood drips from my hand. I cannot stop here, however. The commitment was secure. I gorge deeper into the dark abyss, crimson lapping at...
Ruby
To me, numbers have colors. 1 is white, 2 is a transparent, shimmery shade of purple, 3 yellow, 4 the green of budding shrubs of cherry...
What writing is to me
In a room at the farthest corner of the house, light is as dim and creamy coming through the paleness of the curtain as sunlight covered...
