A shadow fell across my lap, darkening the page of my book, and I knew it was Priscilla. That’s how it always was with Priscilla. She’d...

She was pissed. Livid. Though the tang of salty air kept her at bay, and quite literally. Inhaling sea-breeze, feeling the air...

Be truly joyful, like one who, though his house has burned down, feels a deep need in the soul to begin building anew. – Martin Buber The...

You carved my body from soil with a knife but the earth, she doesn’t forget who she’s home to Swords and dismemberment sing in my blood...

The realities that live in our head are our own worst nightmares that we can’t wake up from. A droplet turns into a whole tsunami, and...

For Jennifer Harding Feb 14, 1966 - Sept 19, 2010 I only have one photo of you you are sitting in my house in Boulder mid-sentence, your...

Words from my Friday bend into playlists, mascara in one hand, a drink fills my fist. I perfectly curl my dark-brown eyelashes, while the...

I see how you wait for him, hoping the warmth of your breath will be enough for him to bloom into the man you deserve, but it won’t be....

When I was a little boy, I felt a girl sleeping inside of me. “Who are you?” I would whisper. “I don’t know,” she would answer. “But I’m...

Soft grey rain slid across Sarah’s face as she panted up the hill, pushing the pram as fast and hard as she could, up and away from...

When I’m let out of school, Juan Carlos is waiting for me beside his black Toyota Corolla. The tires, sides and bumper are dusted with...

I wanna be a bowling ball something strong that can withstand hit after hit so my seventh grade self wearing purple glitter knows that...