A DASH OF SUNNY

I wear the evening in my hair, and under my skin, the slow […]
By the time the city learned to manufacture sunlight, nobody remembered the warmth […]
It begins almost innocently— the way your gaze remains after everyone else has […]
At dusk, the sky begins in pale blue— the color of glass held […]
I ache for you; like fire beneath skin, your name a pulse beating […]
The evening lowers its blue veil over Whitby, and windows kindle along the […]