The Red Balloon

I wrote you a story about a red balloon that escaped from a carnival show. It had always imagined a life on the road, twisting and tumbling through a world made of wishes, but it could never escape the clutches of the clowns, their white painted faces and dirt painted hands gripping and curling his […]

Impermanence

This insane and illogical longing for something that doesn’t exist,  that never existed outside of phone lines and bus tickets. Like you died or something. People ask me that– if you died because this loss is the permanent kind, the kind that lingers long after the whispers in the dark have ceased, long after the […]