Summer Love

Summer love can be fleeting–hell maybe it’s supposed to be–but fifteen minutes can occasionally last a lifetime. Maybe you can add a few minutes to our affair since technically I saw her across the beach an hour before we spoke a word. But is it love if it’s only in...

Her Eyes and Mouth

Some days it’s easier to imagine I’m her instead. It’s a common enough fantasy I suspect, even if we don’t discuss it or let it out to play very often. But I’ve spent enough time daydreaming and enough time writing that it slips in more easily than it might. The...