Forsythia

The walking ritual was something my grandparents did every day with one another. They would start in the woods out behind their apartment and end up on the other side of the city by late morning, only to return and head off to their coffee break at one of the local diners. I'd beg for… Continue reading Forsythia

Blanket 2

I found a blanket on the curb of an overpass and decided to take a nap in it. A homeless woman kicked me awake and told me it was my fault she was cold last night. A butterfly landed on my nose and I swatted at it out of reflex, making a tiny gash in… Continue reading Blanket 2