I’m falling madly in love and it’s changing how I see the world.

It’s not what you think.

I start my day with lattes and lies — foam moustaches, half-truths.

The words are rolling easily from the keyboard, becoming a novel

in spite of me.

Meanwhile, the stories and poems left in drawers for years, and the

ones scribbled on receipts last week, needed somewhere to land.

This is that somewhere.