Jetsam
It was on this spot of shoreline that Ben’s body had washed up, almost a month ago now.
Category Prose
Early Summer, Late Springtime
For the first time in my life, it feels like there’s no path forward
Those Coming From the Frost
Outside, that bright horizontal line cut the land in two. In his mind, Murrey was everywhere but the kitchen. In his mind, the bitterness of the coffee diluted, and it was morning.