FIFTEEN (Remain Nameless)

My sister is dying. It’s an ugly sentence that is less painful to write down than to utter aloud. There are only two places in the world, two moments in every day that I allow myself to be reminded of this fact. When she is sleeping in the next room, and every afternoon as I …

FOURTEEN (Never Let Me Go)

Is it selfish to be this young, with this much life to live and to sit on this dock every evening as the sun disappears, looking out to sea and to be so completely tempted by the endlessness of it? To yearn for the absolution of nothingness. The water, high above my ears, roaring through …

TWELVE (Howl)

Today’s post is up on the lovely and talented Nike Sulway’s blog Perilous Adventures. Tomorrow I’ll be posting a guest-blog by Nike and telling you a little more about how awesome and talented she is. Nike has generously agreed to having me write a guest-post on her blog, you can read it right here and …

ELEVEN (Heartlines)

To say that Eleanor would become my mentor, my confidante, my everything, would be telling you the premise of a story without ever giving away the ending. I first saw Eleanor on a busy main road, through the sunlit glass of a crowded bar at dusk, she was with another lover then. Or was it …

TEN (Ghosts)

When I met Eleanor I was on the verge of becoming who I would become for the rest of our life together. She caught me on the cusp and held me there. It seems we spend so much of our lives looking back, on who we could have been, what we could have done. But …