Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we’re not even an inch from each other. Laying my forehead on his chest, I take...

Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between my fingers. I try to memorize the angles of his jaw and the...

And the way it felt?” I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I’m about to deal. “Is that how you were feeling – how you feel – about me?” A breeze...

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air...

Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back...

A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn’t we use a little art jargon? There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate...

He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal.I can’t stop myself. “Ben,” I call. And I’m not even embarrassed about how helpless my voice sounds.Don’t go.”I’ll come back for you.” He takes another step...