The Crimson Core of a Quiet Earth
I hold this apple not as mere fruit, but as if it
Urban Romance
The Golden Pulse in a Silicon Tide
My heart is an ancient scroll unfurled by the wind of a
The Aperture Between Us
I’ve always preferred the world through a lens; it allows me
The Book That Wrote Me First
I am reading a novel that describes, in excruciating detail, exactly how
The Last Train to Kyoto, a Promise Kept in Silk
I used to believe that time was a linear track—a train
Resonance of a Glass Heartbeat
I have always lived in the margins—between the ticking clock and
The Analog Buffer in a Digital Tide
I’ve spent three years optimizing my life like an overclocked processor,
The Static Between Your Heartbeats
I am holding a ghost in my hand. This rotary phone is
Saturated Silence in Mint 404
The world is rendering slowly today. I can feel the pixels humming
The Blue Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I used to be like the 11:45 PM bus from Central
The Pale Yellow Hour Between Departures
I chose this dress because it looks like a memory of sunlight,
The Saffron Hour on Ivory Sands
I let the salt-heavy breeze brush against my collarbones, a cool caress
