Eyes ruby redHe lays in my bedGets in my headWants me dead He lures me inWith his musical hissAnd numbs my heartWith his poisonous kiss Coils around myBody just rightSqueezing and crushingWith all his might Until I cease to seeDanger in his hugsLoss and fearWill fill my lungs The coolness of his skinPulls me inNow I have lostMy second ...

“So, you’re dating the paramedic?” Dylan’s lips stay flat, his eyebrow raised, and he stares straight ahead.

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 (NON) DATE WHERE I TALK TO KIRAKids gather at the splash pad below a suspended bucket. It wobbles, teetering with water until it slowly tips. High-pitched squeals and boisterous laughter crescendo as the cooling spray offers relief from the oppressive heat.Kira sits across from me at a table, watching the gleeful strains of summer ...

A Woman’s a Lotus planted firmly, deep into the water yet unattached, her leaves – they float above all.   She rises, holding chin up, and smiles through the day.   Outside temperature may be 50 degrees Fahrenheit, but she regulates the temperature of her flowers at 86 degrees Fahrenheit, bringing warmth to all, regardless ...

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

A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment.   The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ...

Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors exchanged tomatoes, potatoes, and onions Milk included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors drove their cars, trucks, and trolleys ...

“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 their compartments. Please read the step-by-step procedures on each of your screens as we descend towards the airport. We hope that you and your assistants have a wonderful time in Tinge ...

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