The man stood on the hot sand and stared across the shore.

It usually takes one match for my father to light his cigarette.

You’ve been studying and meditating during the day here for the last three months.

The butterflies won’t leave Alice alone.

The spark.

The old woman walks through the Forest, having gathered her memories for the cleansing bonfire.

The man I’m going to tell you about now is a man who felt like his skin was on fire.

in a forest of the dead standing room

The guard swung his arm and steered the driver left.

I’ve always loved Halloween.

Radiating

The house she liked because it was full of shadows.

Ruth plucked a soft-glowing ember from the mound of ashes, and placed it in a teacup.

8:47pm:

I’m called back into my body, after what might be called years of dim remembrance.

Janet’s husband cuts his toenails with a small knife as she lays next to him in their bed.

I don't know how to relate

Kenosis

hurricane season new year same cycle

I have kissed cigarettes on my skin