Flaw Salad

I saw you on the street today. It’s strange because you’ve been on my mind lately. I’m not sure how it happened or when, but I’ve been thinking about you. Oh, wait. I remember. It was after the new boy failed me. That was it. I presented myself to him and stood there, ready, an — read more

“When I dream I’m dead, it’s never as fun as I think it would be. I want to finish things, you know? But when you’re dead, you can’t. So you’re just left with all this unfinished business and no way to fix it or tell people how to fix it.” That’s what I told him, — read more

It is not the calm, serene scene you recall—the sprawling sands and expansive, lapping blue. You do not think in soft, low light and gentle cheek-strokes on a quiet Sunday morning. You are not struck by unmarred canvases of beige or subtle daffodil.  But the cliffs! Jagged and bursting and rising from the sea, they — read more

You could be the man with money or the man with fancy clothes. You could have acclaim or conquests or bulging, bursting biceps. You could wear glasses or get tattoos or sport a wacky style. You could sing. You could play. You could make a thing from scratch. Or you could be the man with — read more

We recognize truth because it sits so nicely on our bones. The first time you put on your favorite shirt, the one you never wanted to take off, the one that seemed designed for you, sewn thread by thread for the shape of you, it snuggled over the folds of you, and you felt invincible — read more