The Dream #23
The dream snapped open like a camera shutter, and there was no transition. One
Pale Pink
She arrived in the late afternoon, when the light had softened to a pale,
In Hangzhou
I met her on the bridge, just past the hour when the streetlights surrender
We Like You - Part I
The gallery was a suffocating crush of bodies, expensive cologne, and the hollow laughter
We Like You - Part 2 (Later on)
The iron gate was heavy, wrought iron painted a peeling, oxidized black. It stood
Thin and Breakable
The studio lights were brutal. They erased shadow, flattened depth, and turned the soft,