a fleeting ripple

There are some pens that I know I won’t get along with from the beginning. It’s frustrating, especially when it’s a pen that I want to like

First days of March never feel like spring, the chilly wind howling between the buildings as it has been for the past five months. The...

As the day dawns outside, I try to catch that elusive moments where the streetlights go out. Today, I have already missed it. Usually it...