Love, a Witness

The Lyra was at the corner of 52nd street– a brownstone nook that sat in front of a sprawling park tapestry. The intersection coughed up plumes of exhaust and hardened…

Closed Distances

A woman in a red raincoat arrives at a cafe on a humid Spring evening.  Wind whips the ends of the red raincoat about her knees and sweeps her hair…

Not Quite The Same

Gwen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing the reflection staring back at her. She knew her condition hadn’t been well but was not aware of the extent of…