It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms Arms that want nothing more Than to hold a friend in the dark Arms that reach for me When...

all summer girls are sad stretched out on pleather couches under the slicked-back fronds of rotting palms, skin puckered in the...

I have been holding my breath since I was I twelve years old when my mother said that if I sucked in my stomach, I would look more thin....

I. STATE OF THE ART Attracted to the heat of inflammation, cats are said to intuitively sense disease. Mine keep sleeping on my appendix,...

"To June and Rain. Sisters. Free at last." Rain's eyes shone bright as the wine in the glass she raised. We clinked, side by side on the...

Mrs. Borne was sitting on the floor of their apartment waiting for her husband to return from work. In a burst of anxious contemplation,...

I never had the chance to thank you for those evenings of burnt orange skies, faces lapped by siren-calling waves, For those evenings...

Do you remember the strawberries? You said you loved the plumpness of them, the ripeness- that they made you think of spring, of...

Love gets to be famous as it boasts effortlessly unyielding its' grip. A crazed paparazzi never apologizing for its' boldness. Love gets...

You can not destroy me Because I’m already imploding in on myself, Like a dying star lost in space. Oh, And when I do finally erupt, I...

in a trope that i hate, i wait calmly for something, a piece to look into tomorrow. like the days on swings when the sun cascaded beams...

I couldn’t wait to see you and I couldn’t wait for you to see me. I’m all grown up now, after all, and not the willowy scared thing you...