Prose from SHS. — We loved each other like the ground and the sea. We made one whole body; A mass of smashed existence floating together and apart from all those other celestial wastes orbiting mortality. We called ourselves the be all and end all: Earth. But we weren’t so big or so special…

Thoughts on devolution. — Catching sight of sharp triangle wings pulled tight to sleek bodies tumbling from the sky with determination and intent, piercing the surface of subzero water, diving through air and sea, to emerge victorious — bursting from the depths in one fluid motion, prey in beak — I think: I’ve seen…

Prose from SHS. — I should have realized he was a Litmus strip. I dip, Dip, Dipped; Wrote every result. Catalogued them and wore them. People looked at the flimsy tab wrapped around my ring finger and told me, “That’s not the right color.” And I smiled harder every time, replying, “I know. But…

from SHS. — First kiss: Stolen, not given. So quick between words lips barely touched or breath lost. Eyes left blinking in the dark fingers poking out the fringe of a handbag missing a coin purse, and a hooded man hustling in the other direction. There was no time to order the fireworks or…

Prose from SHS. — It wasn’t that I couldn’t see the hairline fractures spiderwebbed around his neck. I liked the way they drew attention to his vulnerability; split glass snaking under his band shirt shifting unevenly, creating pure catastrophic noise. I had some crawling through my hairline, up the curve of my side, sealed with make-shift…

To all the rooms I’ve left behind. — Empty Room I The first empty room was a promise sturdy enough to level the slanted floors and hold at bay the darkness leaking through the ceiling-wide crack. This room was empty of possessions and full of a feeling of change that whispered about the beauty of tomorrow while the dirt from its…

Prose and poverty. — I wonder what gambling really feels like; To feel the highs and lows. What’s that like? Hmmm? To feel high when you’ve ever touched the low? How can you? The low is not something to be waded through casually. …