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...

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

Belief follows sharp lifts and sweet hugs in a long marriage, surprising us even when rocks are encountered and bite at the throat,...

Like honey, his words, sweet and gooey, dripped from his lips as bait, lured me in with each kiss, each whisper. I ran from my nest,...

Wind pulls at the Dogwood branches like travel photos of influencers holding their lover’s hand. Follow me—I think that’s the idea? Like...

January does not make nice. But, we are going into the light again. Soon the air, which is brittle and crunchy like Spider roll bones,...

The wine on my lips is Unsanctified Full Heavy with berries, rich in Languid summer heat Lips parted on a red so deep Ochre, mercury,...

I follow my heart more than my mind Often to my own misfortune. Should I stay or should I go? I always stay, my heart Taking the driver’s...