'This is how its done.' Tiny hands conduct the moment settling on crossed legs eyes locked on me the air between us seems to pause. I sit I smile, I mean who wouldn't. I wait like stuffed toys might. and I check the other guests everyone attends her words wide eyed and silent just like … Continue reading tea


she says '...ya know, some people think that Santa is fake ...'¹ my brain, freezes. no dream here. a sudden choke of parent fear. heart missed a beat, she made no mistake. in her words. they are hot misted fog, like tossed coffee in sub zero air². dammit just got cold in here. my eyes stay … Continue reading thief