Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice ...

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

The fork pauses halfway to my mouth. An urge to laugh bubbles and I choke it back. “Women only want you for your body?”

The waterfall spreads mist through the air, bouncing her hair into pins at a juggler’s act. And as the Fall bubbles at the crevices, ...

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. ...

You are looking to create a blog or you already have one established. Congrats! By this point, you have your ideas, and if you ...

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

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

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

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