A gathering of dishes in the sink. The yard begging for water under a scorching desert sun. A litter box of pits and dunes, crusty...

I hadn’t taken into account how wrong I would feel. For all the things I said, or didn’t. I didn’t feel guilty for the things she wanted...

I had a dream that she was telling me off. Then telling me off some more. Securing the last word, yet again. Then the scenery changed to...

Why does the shit stick? Not the times we listened with our heart wide open to catch the other’s pain . . . stopped everything to be...

It hurt to think of her, memory still bloated and raw with pain . . . regret. It was like a death, our breakup. I attempted to soften it...

Just like any place you’ve lived for a long time, Las Vegas, for me, is an archive of personal history. It’s that clingy email option to...