Xanadu
 

Reflections in ice, clouded by flurries as my coat shifts in the storm. The street is white, barren, a holiday dream. It’s left uncelebrated

I am the warm smell of a Sunday sauce Paused in the thought of yesterday— I hear loud voices, yet not angry ones. I see hands flying, not...

Throwing a dead cat into a freezer, cleaning the blood off my shoes, getting stitched up at Syosset Hospital. Leaving an old house for a...

It takes time before it means something. Time before reality hits and time before you realize that local pizza place has become a place...