Love is love. Lips upon lips, a sweet honey flavor. Hands are for holding, Fingers laced a lattice of belonging. Of care. Of love. No flesh for flames. No camouflage for the kaleidoscope, No wash of the colors. Because love is the heart of truth, And truth, the heart of love. So flutter the heart ...

Read Parts 1-7 My forehead prickles as a hand lifts the hair away from my face and my eyelids flicker open. Madison’s rosebud lips bloom into a grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling in the morning light. A lock of red curls falls over her face as she kisses my nose.   “Good morning, ...

Read Parts 1-6 Chaos and cacophony. “Dee? Are you okay?” Eddie’s voice penetrates the solipsism. “Dee!” My eyes flicker open to Eddie holding the detached call bell in his left hand, his mouth gaping and face pale. His chest rises and falls through his scrubs. “I’m alive,” I fumble. “Who did this? The night nurse ...

Read Parts 1-5 **Content Warning:** This story contains depictions of and allusions to the abuse of vulnerable populations, such as those with disabilities, LGBTQA+, and children of abusive parents, and may contain content that some may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. “Michael.”   Gasping awake against the dim light and my heart gallops. My ...

I’m not going to lie to you. I always read history books about the people who opposed the Civil Rights movement, and I thought they were all just people who lived in the south, and their families had a history of being slave owners. I thought it was about family pride, and that they didn’t ...