No, he knows where he is going and what he is looking for. Probably. Maybe. Don’t worry, he’ll let you know if he needs something. It always will be upon his request and never at your offer. Such a waste of time. He has never been welcoming to the feeling of uncertainty. Worse, he is…

The shelves fill me with reminders of how little I know. The aura of a thousand pages swims around my head. It leaks in through each sense: the sound, or lack there of. The sight of a word, upon a cover, beneath which are someone’s ideas, research, memories, opinions, art, or just plain nonsense. The…

the sidewalk lies flat, waiting for the beat of footsteps. the road waits for the roll of wheels the lights wait for the opportunity to tell both the steppers and rollers when to go – and when to stop. sometimes the steppers step onto the street. hopefully they are on the lookout for rollers. the…

Each one is a dry scale, slowly building up to a skin to be shed.  Childish dreams, naive concerns, unrealistic expectations. All synonyms for an optimism deemed foolish in hindsight. These are the things that used to matter. I try to control them. I tell myself I’m not alone in that. If I am right,…

What would it be like? the man wonders as he walks by a buzzing streetlight at a time of night that would make his parents worry. Maybe his friends, too. He is wondering what it would be like if he were a woman. He would surely not be so comfortable walking alone at this hour.…

The man has his choice of open doors as he walks the familiar streets of his city. He knows what lies beyond each one. He wishes he didn’t. The weight of choice is not something the man likes to confront, least of all alone on a Friday night. There is no one to please –…