Midwest roots. Current New Yorker. Exploring what-ifs through fiction. Sucker for a good love story.
Your most loved colors are her sky and cobalt eyes, From a brown-eyed girl
By Di Luoabout a year ago in Poets
One thousand and nine Slate-grey days and charcoal nights At last, something blue
With a clunk, and a soft buzzzzzzzzz, the drone dropped off the empty box on his doorstep. Gabriel made no move to open the door. He wasn't ready to experience heartbreak yet.
By Di Luoabout a year ago in Fiction
