Sad but true: I’ve written more in the last six weeks than I have in the last six years. Well okay, maybe not technically true...
A little pulp fiction, of the lesbian variety…
Under a glowing sign that reads ‘Arrivals’, the automatic doors slide open with a whoosh. A blast of warm air greets Dana, welcome after the blinding snowstorm she drove through to get here...
One thing I learned from 10+ years in the tech industry: it’s not enough to track your metrics, you also have to take the time to analyze them — and adjust accordingly...
As fat flakes of snow fall at an angle, melting before they even reach the ground, I pop into a coffee shop to escape the dreary wet of what passes for a winter’s day. Wet gloves pulled off, a slush-grey puddle forming at my feet...
With a soft snap,
teeth pierce velvet skin
warm with colour.
Yellow flows into...