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

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 ...

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 ...

My childhood memories end abruptly when the setting sun catches my eye. My escort and I decide to return to our hotel room and ...

Tears build and slide down my cheeks. My car; totaled, my finances; crap, my pool of people to rely on; a puddle.

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the ...

“Attention passengers,” the flight steward chirps through the intercom, “We’re arriving at our destination within five minutes. Each attaché case is doing well inside ...

My body remains motionless as he leans in. This is it: The First Kiss After Divorce.