MIA KERNAGHAN

Of course, when she said she envied my simple love I felt a sick pride, content to be some sort of paradigm of primitive tenderness...

Tonight I look at my reflection in the window, press my knuckles against my eyelids until all I see is midnight blue and specks of moony...

I remember the sun dial of that day, an orange glow pressed against your cheek, splinters of light from the neighboring bay. We were...

What a strange place it was. Orange afternoon walls and creased curtains, friends mimicking friends and a refrigerator full of milk. I...

Tonight is a permutation of sadness, strain, forgiveness and plight that festered deep somewhere in that parochial mind of mine. Man, did...

In a dream I saw a supernatural light, and it was flooded with lovers and lovers and, good God, I could not look away. And in this dream,...