Afraid of the Night

I’m not afraid of the dark. The dark was the place I learned myself. I bathed myself in it. In the place where the hot and the cold met. I understand it. I understand it’s dangers, it's enticements. I listened to poets and musicians go on about the romance, the cruelty, the beauty, the deepest … Continue reading Afraid of the Night



I wish I could explain better what it feels like, the euphoria of 3am as I bounce around a room unable to be bounced. Two feet here, two feet there, and you've gone the length of the space and yet I bounce.  I bounce and I move and I curse curse the edge of the … Continue reading 3am