The Things We Keep

A necklace and some seashells they collected from the beach. Some snapshots in an album she can’t seem to throw away– the things she keeps. A box of time-worn letters and a CD abandoned when she left. One photo where he holds her and smiles– the things he keeps. What do these things, these leftovers […]

Palms and Parking Lots

We were perfect once, in history, in memory, in photographic proof of when love was more than words and letters, more than buttons and screens. Before all of this, there was that. There was skin and lips and hot spring rain. Once, among palms and deserted parking lots, you held my hand and we pretended […]