Sinister Needs

I will make a habit of things. No, more than habit: ritual. I will ensure every response to me is emphatic, yet prescribed, the motion of deeply internalized praxis.  Continue reading “Sinister Needs”


Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

“It’s the way you look at me,” he whispered. “The way you look into me. You’re so calm and warm but there’s something else there, something under the surface. That flicker in your eyes, like lightning. It’s primal. You’re primal. Queen of the forest, I want you to hunt me, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Continue reading “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing”

A Little Slice Of Heaven

She’s on speakerphone and we are laughing and chatting as I fiddle with an editing app on my phone, cropping the picture she’s just sent me.

“Are you done editing it? Show me! You should call it ‘A Little Slice of Heaven’ because that’s what it is.” Continue reading “A Little Slice Of Heaven”