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June 13, 2017
A Mid Year Review of the 2017 Plan
In the month of April, I was involved in a minor accident, that resulted in a knee injury and a badly cracked phone screen. It was an oddly proud moment for me. I see you going, “Huh?” Allow me to… 
June 7, 2017
A Letter To Your Restraint, From Mine…
Have you never noticed this living, breathing, heavy space between us? It tastes like metal, it tastes like a cage, but on the tip of my tongue, it tastes like desire. It is explosive, and every time I exhale, I… 
May 30, 2017
The Tribute
There are places you do not belong to. Places that are physical. Places that are moments in time. Yet you find yourself in them, wondering what your purpose is, and where you’d find this purpose. I feel like that right… 
May 10, 2017
The Haunting of the Opium Den
Even smoke reflects the color of debauchery here, in this den. It is neither white nor grey. Nor black like the hearts of its patrons. It is red, as are the walls. The beaded curtains around the booths hide none… 
May 3, 2017
On To New Stories | #AtoZReflections
“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” -Her (2013) On the 12th of this month, my blog will turn 9 years old. And in the month that just ended was when I had the most fun in all… 
April 29, 2017
Zombie | #AtoZChallenge
You are recounting more tales of your philandering. I stop listening after story number three. You are oblivious to the fact that I am hurting. That I still think of you and me as us, in spite of what I… 
April 28, 2017
You Before Me | #AtoZChallenge
Carefree – that’s how you looked in that photograph, the one from your younger days. Over-excited and at ease. Cocky even, as if the future didn’t exist. As if anything aside from that moment, before or after, didn’t exist. Until… 
April 27, 2017
XIX | #AtoZChallenge
It was impossible to ignore the grace with which she danced. Later that evening, we sat together and compared our music playlists, and talked about the songs we both loved, which were many. But the dance or the music isn’t… 
April 26, 2017
Walking After You | #AtoZChallenge
It may have been because I told you so much about myself in my drunken haze the other night that I was making extra effort not to get personal over the conversations we had afterwards. Even over the texts we… 
April 25, 2017
Valentine’s Day | #AtoZChallenge
The driver sucks in his breath. Next to me, Sara gasps out loud. At this late hour, the lights aren’t as bright, the street is awash in dim gold. We were heading home after one of those black-themed parties on… 
