Back in the day of Roxy

Roxy was flash-fiction, then she turned into a short-short story that grew into a short story, but she's not satisfied. She comes to me in dreams, throwing a fake dinosaur egg at me, wearing Joey's threadbare Concrete Blonde tee, asking "Is that all there is?"

All Things Go, All Things Go

A city full of mixed feelings and bittersweet memories. A city where I tried and failed to live in twice. A city where I fell out of love and in love, where I made significant mistakes, had incredible times, and grew incredibly attached to the trains and one little dive bar with the best jukebox I’ve ever encountered.