The other noises are less trivial.

Anyone can catch a crescent moon.

There’s a reality where I save you, at the start.

The wind will break your heart, just as it broke all our hearts. But that’s why you’re here.

Start by chopping the onions.

The door, open and welcoming, leaks steadily onto the desk.

I asked the dragon why he was here and not home, and he said it was because he could no longer see where he was flying.

Write the lines that have lost all feeling.

Some days the water is sharp, each and every spot that glitters like razors slicing across our bare skin.

The only reason anyone gets a new skin is to become someone else.

In the morning, she left. I stood watching long after she was out of sight.

If only someone took the time to examine her city a bit closer.

Rose vines reach for Lydia.

The hedge is a dark mass on the horizon, heavy with scarlet roses.

It is not enough merely for the universe to be: it must also be shared.

The obsessions of the father seep into the son.

Vita lay on a cold slab of stone, feeling disappointed with death.

The eagle never fails to come.

I’m on this beach, and I think I might be dead.

“Who are you today?” I asked her when I woke, finding eyes of vibrant blue looking into mine.