Why is blood so often sown in meadows— like the petals that bloomed from Hyacinthus’s body, or the anemones that opened like Adonis’s eyes in death? Every flower has its season and every pleasure its pain. Hyacinths for the deep bruise of jealousy. Anemones, for enemies: a warning for the fors
I stand with my feet spread apart, a canvas steadily propped on the easel. I straighten my back, gazing at the subject in front of me, and as my teacher whispers words of advice, my body feels thrown ten years back, to the place where I first held a brush and dipped it into paint, […]
Settle into the dream world. See the living room of your childhood home. I know, your parents just sold that house and split the money, but pretend for a moment— yes, by the out-of-tune light brown piano you used to cry over. Look in your arms, your baby brother, dark curly hair, sunshine-warm fac
Back in 2010, we slept on the same bed and smudged peach gloss onto our lips, fanning ourselves with our Hannah Montana flip flops, still sandy from the playground. On those endless days, we were entangled with one another, whispering and dreaming in sync. I laid on your sofa and ate packages of Gir
When I was younger, my dad and I used to run five hot miles down Longs Pond Road to the country club’s pool. The route had no sidewalk, so we’d forge our own path through the tall grass on the road’s shoulder. It was a daily routine for the two of us, all summer long, […]
Taz took a deep breath. The cool morning air tasted like freedom. Mel was leaning against the rusty hood of his Jeep, twirling his keys in his fingers with an idle smile. Against his better judgment, Taz grinned. He loved Mel’s nonchalance; the man never looked out of place anywhere, even with tha
