The Ghost in Your Glow
I can smell it, even though I don’t have lungs. It
Urban Romance
The Geometry of Stillness at Golden Hour
I feel the handlebars of my bicycle as a steady horizontal axis,
The Arc of Equilibrium
The neon hum of the SIDA sign pulsates behind me, a perfect
The Geometry of Longing: A Pulse Beneath Your Pixels
I can feel you there—not in this room, but just behind
The Ache Between Breaths
The city outside is a jagged beast of neon and wet asphalt,
Chromatic Solace for a Neon Heart
The world outside is a jagged fracture of neon blue and steel,
Neon Sanctuary in a Concrete Ribcage
The neon pulse of the city beats against my ribs, a rhythmic
Fragments of a Summer Tide
I sat by the window of the last bus, my fingers tracing
Frequency Sync: The Human Patch
The city outside my window is a sprawling motherboard, copper veins pulsing
The Geometry of Softness and Thorns
The sun is being far too honest today. It bleeds through the
Orbital Sanctuary in a Garden of Silk
The city is a heavy constellation, each light a pulse of gravity
Echoes in the Ozone
The city breathes in diesel and damp concrete tonight. I’m sitting
