Category Archives: Fiction

Would that be enough Wouldn’t it be nice Would you be mine Wouldn’t you love it if

I was dreaming just a moment ago, dreaming of a life where I had you, dreaming of a time when you were mine. Now, I find, I’m drifting through the lonely spaces, sifting through the lonely faces, dreaming of the … Continue reading →

because you’re not supposed to exist but just in case it ever happens just in case it matters just in case all the worlds within and without me spring into motion into sudden life and become more than they are … Continue reading →

–is thundering in my chest. I can feel it, beating, skipping beats, the strangest tattoo that echoes inside the meat of me, pounding like it has to get out, like the sound of it is something screaming. I can feel … Continue reading →

Stagger on like some hard-won racer still running, still moving long after the tape has been broken by a heaving-breast champion, a contestant begging for a match, crying for an equal, screaming for a connection. How can it know when … Continue reading →