I keep walking by this dead black crow down the street from my house. Every morning since I returned from LA. The first day was a real shock, because it had clearly just died. It looked like it just up and fell out of the sky, giving up by simply not trying anymore. I keep forgetting the crow is there, so every morning I pass it and I’m surprised all over...

It rained for the first time in 6 months in LA the week I stayed there. I’d say it should have been a sign, but it didn’t rain until it was too late. By then the rain was superfluous. By then, the rain was imitating the flow of my tears, each drop punctuating my sadness.  I came to LA to see about a boy. A boy who was mine for a while, and then he...