There’s something about the inner workings of a clock on the kitchen wall. Perhaps it’s the way the gears click together and roll in unison, tick tock tick as her…

Hello? Yes, it’s me. I’m here. What did you say? It sounds like you’re miles away. Yes, I know. It’s like that here, too. Oh that? That’s just my dog…

There’s an ache in my knees familiar, reminding me of the miles run in this city. My teeth cut and slide nighttime grinding accompanying the dreams I have. The buzz…

I woke up thinking, I don’t know how to write anymore. The pages seem to remind me each time I sit down to change them from a cold white to…