Seagulls
The man stood at the harbour's edge, watching the gulls work the turbulent water. His shoulders curved inward against the wind, not from cold but from something more persistent—a weariness...
Worth the Wait
The silence had texture in the beginning. It pressed against his button eyes like a physical thing, dense and particular, shifting with the seasons that he could not see but only sens...
Approaching a New Year
She walks the diminishing road with her spine held straight, though something in the angle of her shoulders suggests the weight she carries is not borne in her muscles but som...