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 detached.  The smell of blood present, but more so the musk smell that seems to seep into every pore of his skin, as if marking him as a …

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 …

The things you are afraid to do

Several years ago I had a climbing accident.  I was scaling a rather simple cliff in Colorado, my partner failed to secure …