One of the funniest aspects of my writing is I am a perfectionist. The ideal scenario is that a scene will pop into my ...

After I left the fish tankI lived on a nearby riverbankClose to the connected seaI would look beyond the oceanOut to the dark blue ...

Taking a deep breath, the young woman flipped over the first card. “King of Spades.” This was unusual. She’d rarely ever drawn this card. ...

THE (NON) DATE WHERE I TALK TO KIRAKids gather at the splash pad below a suspended bucket. It wobbles, teetering with water until it ...

public glancesall sharp and nastyyet behind those looksyour eyes scanthe landscapeas you take inthe rise ofmy ebony moundsand stare at my nipslonging to caressthem ...

There is cool comfort In the coldness of gazpacho That during summer Fills burning mouths Made from the souls Of martyred tomatoes Brought forth ...

The stolen world of silenceLingers above the cloudy skiesAnd lays below the oceans murky wavesBeyond the reach of humanities deadly violence While the wonder ...

We’re mirror images, him on one side, me on the other, tilting toward the hunk of wood that serves as our confessional.

“You’re late, and you know I don’t like that. Now, we are running behind. You will have to speed through two of your readings ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital ...