Category Writing

sunward stretching Leonard lengthening limbs

We stand by the winter pond, Look each other in the eye, Then look away.

Thoughts About the Earth series.

The old masks let me breathe through my nose and mouth but these masks are different

Poppy's reading glasses were pink before pink was cool.

I feel my day evaporating. Who else might be missing cows?

Burnt orange background for warmth roundness, spirals, buttery pinwheels- nothing pointy or masculine.

The Notorious Supreme leans forward and points a finger and her starched stiff collar hints a warning hiss.

When I spoke his name Jake simply glanced at me.