Summers

We used to live there, out in the water. Every summer, father would pile us in a boat, pull the string on the motor, and time would disappear into sun, water, and fresh seafood crackling on a propane fire. Years of summers I spent like this with nary a care and limitless sandbars to explore.Continue reading “Summers”

Angular Slave

I’ll likely never know what it takes to stand naked in the chillier days of March, under a star-strewn sky, pulling a God through a Euclidean plane. I’ll never know what she felt, working magic she was born to work. But I do know a slave never forgives its master, and neither will I forgiveContinue reading “Angular Slave”