Reichenbach Fall

If only everyone could successfully fake their own death,just like Sherlock does in “The Reichenbach Fall,”we wouldn’t have to worry about dying. The pavement would be splattered with fake Halloween blood,& your tears would mirror my tears of poorly-timed laughter. If only I hadn’t watched Requiem for a Dream—the seedy drug underbelly filling my mind—ifContinue reading “Reichenbach Fall”

Dear Jude

I miss your cleaning. I miss hearing you trot out arpeggios in the middle of the night on the piano, when you can’t seem to grasp reality. I miss your cooking. I miss the sound of your voice, even when you’re angry. I miss the looks you shared with Willem; I miss you looking atContinue reading “Dear Jude”