Pavement Community

An excerpt from my novel

Outside, the rain had finally started. Not a downpour, but a cold, whispering mist that clung to the city like regret. Neon bled into the pavement, broken by the footsteps of people who didn’t know they were already ghosts. Malachi lit another cigarette. He didn’t believe in omens, but the quiet... (edited) read more

Close up from the micro lens!

I just wanted to share this shot of a butterfly 🦋 that we caught (she/he was dehydrated and relaxing on a pavement) 💕🩷

Casually Disposable

perfect form flows like water gracefully broken beyond repair the pavement now a graveyard how full was that truck how many orange cats and fluffy fidos did you shrug off to the quarry inhumanity quietly trundles away inconvenience never to bother sensibilities again; after all we... (edited) read more

🦌

he offered her a cup of tea but what he really gave her was access to the ninth realm of mirrored timelines she was not a stalker she was a vessel activated by the echo frequency of his unresolved guilt disguised as kindness her coat was made of expired memories and government fiber optics her... read more

The Night Everything Slowed Down 🍃

It was two in the morning, and the city seemed to be breathing more slowly than usual. I sat by a floor-to-ceiling glass window on the second floor of a quiet brewery, a half-finished glass of wine resting between my hands. Somewhere behind me, a jazz saxophone melted into the low hum of... read more

Thoughts on Death

If I tripped on the side walk and fell face first on the pavement and instantly died. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like staring into the great blackness with only the sound of static. What would happen? What else is there?