I wake up the way I do every morning, by opening my eyes and rolling over to get more sleep. ‘Having an evening job is really nice.’ I think as I slip back into my dreams. Then a yowl from my cat at the

I’ve always been the kind of girl who tells the dead to sing And when the graves stay grave I take quite personally the sting I’ve always been the kind of girl who can’t let go of pain I battle with the

Coins flow from her open mouth like water from a fountain statue. Teardrop jewels spill over her cheeks and her nose drips rubies like blood. She looks at you, the one not stooped. The one not stealing

Always perceptive and yet so blind. This is the anthem of humankind. We straddle our barriers. We bridge our gaps. Still all the while our memories lapse. So much we’re becoming. So much we regret. And

I see the collection of small stone angels in the store before I see anything else. They make me want to walk away, but also compel me to enter. I stand out front grappling with my emotions for a few moments

She ran through the forest. The wind whipped her hair against her face. She could feel the soft touch of it and of cloth against her skin, of her own breathing and blinking and living. She could feel things