What you own, owns you.

One day, I was sitting in bed, after a long day and realized with a sudden clarity, that where I was sitting was no longer me.  It came as I looked at a photograph on the wall, one I’d commissioned a long time ago, abstract, with the curves and lines …

Glass as skin, wings as paper

I’ve always felt I belonged in the cold.  I’ve chased the sensation of that first clean intake of cold air for as long as I can remember.  The first time the menthol hit of a cigarette hit my lungs, I remember choking on it, my lungs shrieking in protest.   I …

False Dicotomies

All he can do is stare at the small, chubby-fingered hand in the gray-brown fur.  Its coarseness feels otherworldly, but the sensation …

Dark Horses

“You’re happier.  Is there someone you want to tell me about?” I paused while chopping garlic, but didn’t look up.  “No one, …

Stories like armor

I wear my story like an armor.  I use it so that you can never hurt me with what I already reveal …

Sternen Klare Nacht

I remember nights like this.  I remember them on a level I don’t discuss with people.  The cold.  The still air that …

Welcome, faithless.

This was never about hope. You think so little of me that you cast such fetid light upon my intentions.  They are …

Exchanges

There is this idea I have of myself and then there is the reality.  As I’ve gotten older, the gap between the …