There is a scar on your inner thigh, that looks like a bear, and when I traipse my index finger too close, you go rowr. Always Ray, always. I walked…
Penny got up early Thursday and went to Dane’s trailer, hoping to catch him before he left. They lived in a two-trailer trailer park and Penny had no one else…
I didn’t used to know what I know about boys and smoking. If I could go back to the first time I learned anything about both, I’d probably turn right around…
We sat side by side, a feather of air between us, the first time together in months. I wondered if you were imagining the salt of my tongue, the bite…
Between contractions, Annabelle watched the shadows flicker across the ceiling. Candles were impractical for an event such as this, but the electricity had gone out yet again, and the Morrison…
the curve of her spine falling like rainwater. the smell of whiskey in her hair. a dirty gold braid longing to be loved. this is the twin that sleeps above…
Three hours and ten minutes before I can leave. Outside, it’s your favourite time of day. Those early hours that neither truly belong to night nor day when the upper…
If I were a florist in Japan, I would like flowering plum best, the paleness of it. It represents hope, you know, I would say to my customers, who would…
Oh yes, I remember the feel of slick on slick, my tongue loose in your mouth. But I remember the emptiness better, how birds wait on wires for hours before…
At thirty-three I transformed into the sorceress of eternal summer. It’s cliché to say a man broke the spell—that I couldn’t find the way out of winter myself, but he…
I remember the way February looks after midnight— jigsaw lines of houses, small front yards the rain crawling along the ground, turning to ice speaking blacktop cracks into existence. I…
Here, a village road, darkly quiet, winds under sunset’s opal sky, wisps tinged turquoise green, rose, tint the low horizon. Here, a country lake, old sailors dock weathered boats, dusty…
i told my children the silence is very clear there is less sorrow in the world than there could be we are upon the fog and not under it we…
I crawl into your photograph, inch open the cupboard behind your shoulder, pull out a chipped glass kept for summer root beer. I hate your diet kind. Tastes like how…
My friends, we say happily ever after ss something to clutch at– For longer than a year, or two, whenever the honeymoon becomes foreign sand. I say it doesn’t mean…
Let the world know to whom i belong, for my eyes are hers and there lies her beauty, she is as dazzling as the moon, brighter like the morning star,…
Loneliness has found me In the stillness of the night I reach to touch your hand… But your heart has taken flight. This lonely place was once a home So…
my friend and i come from two different backgrounds, but we’re always matching with the same almond tinted skin – she’s a bit warmer though, just like her personality. my…
i know her eyes are blue, but the hue is hard to detect except for the emotions i feel when i see large bodies of water, apprehension gets a hold…
Falling through broken trapdoors, this oubliette lets me glimpse at the light that was promised centuries ago. Tapestries of nobility hung over the clouds of dust in an attempt to…
