"You get on now, miss. I know how your kind work. I feed you and the next thing I know twenty of your kin come to my door a-begging."
A noir short story for the new year.
A kyrielle about treacherous exes for YeahWrite
Another John Kelly to inspect...
This is what anxiety feels like. To quote my friend @TheSarahFader
More love poems
A poem about listening to yourself.
Darren dared me to do it.
we all stand on the same bridge between birth and death our braided hair pinned back with memory neither smile nor scowl in our stance \ do not deny the air \ supporting the delicate \ suspension trusses \ girders \ cement steepled above \ a thread the river does not appear dangerous from this …
A microstory about change.