Urban Habit

The hush of greens melts my heart. I step into the space, wid-open, protected. Like a bird in flight, my heart is free; my bones light. The light hits differently on my retinas; there is no work to put in. The thoughts flow like water in a stream, water through a trunk. I am welcome… Read more

Cloudlike, fluffy and airy but the color of gathered dust; a light pressure against my hip or shoulder in the morning, like a raindrop hanging off the windowsill, a tiny bit of matter ready to drop percussively to a splatter. This little lovebug, dark like the night, rests against me, takes my support, like the… Read more

A bedraggled scrap of maroon fabric whooshes through the air, carried on a summer breeze. It lands on a young woman in a gown of the same color, posed against a fountain as her family shoots photographs. She rolls the fabric between two fingers, smiling, and releases it on the wind. The piece slips between… Read more

I curl a shorter strand of hair around my finger. I don’t suppose there’s any place I’d rather be than here, but that isn’t a compliment to this place; I’m just so unsure of where I want to go. The curling gets more agressive as I zone out, the sun behind the blinds near blinding… Read more

As far as she could tell the space was empty, only periodically filled with haunting things. Familar faces appeared in her periphery but she did not know where they came from; their presence was more shocking than their lack. And even when the familiar faces appeared, she was not sure why they were familiar –… Read more