Pride: A Poem
When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to… Read More »Pride: A Poem
When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to… Read More »Pride: A Poem
Let me know when you’re done pretending that in your mind there was no plan that I was blindsided, kept tightly in the dark until… Read More »The Nerve (Excerpt)
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
How is a story born? A story is born… When we do things we shouldn’t do. When you look at me the way you do.… Read More »How is a Story Born?
“Are you grieving?” “No,” I quizzically said. “You only talk about sad things.” How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a… Read More »Misunderstood Sonnet