This week I’ll mostly watch Him from the shore. I’ll sit on the sand as He surfs in the sea. The drive down had taken nearly eight hours, mostly driven by me. He slept beside me, soundly snoring, simply waiting for us to arrive. When we did, the house was up on stilts beneath the darken sky that began to show more and more stars the longer I stared. The house was a little tired, 70s vintage (just like Him, and here I am smug from the 80s). It was perhaps a little rundown, nothing crazy, still...

The luxury SUV behind my Uber honked and waved for us to pull over as my driver slowly ascended the New Mexican hillside towards the resort. Interrupting her story of her 5:30AM fare that day who had invited her up to their solarium to look out of their telescope before departing – a move, we agreed especially given today is Halloween, that was definitely the start of a horror movie – my driver announced “the speed limit is 35, and I am going 35.” As we turned into the parking lot of Ten...

Love as a verb and not a noun The action not the destination, Filial or romantic, not the grand gesture, not in jest or fantasia, instead...