When we were alive and well in the long ago, beautiful denizens of the deep, dark night, love was in charge. Love ran the power stations,...

I hear you in the kitchen, Opening cabinets and clinking silverware. Splitting avocados. Mashing your fork into each slice until green squishy ribbons rise between the prongs. I smell toasted artisan bread, You’ve slathered with too much butter. You enter my bedroom, Wearing that mischievous little boy smile, Carrying a plate stacked with your prized avocado toast. Seized by morning light, Your pale blue eyes capture the sun’s warmth, Bestowing reassurance. I was once convinc

Melody sat under the single lightbulb in her garage, edged between the space heater and the last pumpkin left in the bin at Trader Joes....

The afternoon was scalding and inhospitable. The man and the woman walked slowly down the sidewalk. They walked in silence, looking...

Eyes wide as I gaze out of the bus window, the city looks perfect. The streets are an elaborate movie set, come to life, creating...

Knowing white as lack of color, I dismiss myself as pale, trailing a train of lace and disdain, dragging through streets useless and...

it starts with a punch to the gut hacking cough spitting curse and gasp slipping between barbed tongues and the cracks of skin smoke-dry...

He was the first man to ever comment on my appearance, the first male to bring attention to my pale freckled skin, he was the first one...

The universe is a thespian Organic machinery in a massive baroque improv masterpiece An infinite 360 degree opus, a kinetic molecular...

Isolation is a lonely hearts best friend—its only solitude. My heart is lonely, she spends her time cowering in the hole of my chest...

You don’t understand. There are pickles in my diary. And I don’t mean some botched political metaphor or weird sexual innuendo, I mean...

She was my best friend She was so beautiful and full of kindness and grace She taught me about love, life, and friendship She loved me...