The Load-Bearing Bench
The city usually feels like a brutalist cage, but here, the cherry
Micro-fiction
The Frequency Between Us
I pulled the leather jacket tight against the evening chill, but it
Where The Espresso Ends, You Begin
The background noise of the Vogue Café dissolves into a static hum,
The Iterative Bloom of a Walking Heartbeat
The stone beneath my heel is a cold, grey singularity waiting to
The Infinite Loop of Ink and Sky
I sit atop the ancient stone, looking out over a city that
Static Color in a Black Room
I wore black to absorb the noise, a void where silence could
The Infinite Loop of Venice: A Universe in a Glass of Champagne
I stand at the edge where water meets stone, holding a universe
Where the Gradient Bleeds into Blue
The fountain behind me blurs into a watercolor wash of indistinct motion,
Geometry in the Green Static
The city was a jagged polygon of grey concrete, but here, I