The Azure Interval Between Two Heartbeats
I had spent fourteen hours encased in the sterile silence of a
Manhattan Midnight
The Saltwater Epilogue to a Glass Tower Life
For three years, my world was measured in floor-to-ceiling glass panels and
Velvet Dusk in a Concrete Garden
My world is measured in floor-to-ceiling glass and the sharp scent of
The Amber Hour in a Concrete Jungle
I have spent the last decade mastering the art of silence within
The Saltwater Sabbath
For three years, my world was measured in floor-to-ceiling glass and the
Sands of a Quiet Heartbeat
I remember the scent that defined my life for seven years: Le
The Echo of Salt and Silk
The scent of Santal 33 still clung to my skin, a lingering
The Afterglow of Glass and Silk
The city hummed beneath me, a distant vibration of sirens and taxi
The Liquid Velvet Afternoon
I traded the sterile, recycled air of my forty-story suite for this
The Umbrella's Confessional in a Subterranean Cathedral
The rain here doesn't fall; it weeps, dissolving into the
Midnight Velvet: A Soliloquy in Noir
The skyline stretches out behind me, a jagged spine of steel and
The Gilded Afterimage
The flashbulbs pop like frantic, mechanical heartbeats against the velvet darkness of
