The Salt and The Steam of Home
The sea doesn't care about my deadlines or the dent
Grocery Philosopher
Sunflowers and Salted Butter
My boss calls this a 'mental health day,' but to
The Golden Hour Between Deadlines
My boots are a bit too heavy for this delicate white blouse,
The Lavender Pause Between Deadlines
I spent my Tuesday fighting a losing battle with an Excel sheet
Midnight Blue and Warm Miso Soup
The city below looks like a spilled box of glitter, but up
Moonlight Salt and Warm Coffee Breath
I used to think love was something found in fancy restaurants or
The Salt-Scented Pause Between Shifts
My life is usually measured in spreadsheets and the precise hum of
The Crimson Interval Between Workdays
They say the city is a machine that grinds you down into
Sunlight on Lemon-Yellow Lace
He always says that love isn't found in grand gestures,
The Salt Air Between Skyscrapers
I’ve spent three years calculating quarterly projections in a cubicle that
The Blue Hour Between Concrete Walls
I used to think love was like a perfectly organized spice rack—
The Cold Glass Between Us
It is 11:42 PM, and the fluorescent hum of the convenience
