Shacking Up: Part 1

“My little sister and my best friend… shacking up.” ~Ross Geller (Friends) Two more nights in the old house. 13 years of going to sleep and waking up here, with its creaky stairs, its hidden corners, and its turn-of-the-century ambiance. I remember when we moved in, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, back in the … Continue reading Shacking Up: Part 1

Autumn Leaves

She smells of autumn leaves Like packed earth and promises Left in the tepid sun to dry Driven by the possibility of more As if eternity were tomorrow And she was born yesterday But life is just afternoon shadows Made up of what she cannot have Indian summer and daydreams The memory of consequence Tucked … Continue reading Autumn Leaves