At first, tell tales, rant until it’s gibberish.Read more
‘Turn me into something I’ve never been yet,’ says Berenice.Read more
Love is a large scale eventRead more
Olivia was dying. She was in a haze, stretched mercilessly between pain and pain medication. She could not tell for sure what was real….Read more
The first girl I loved was really mean to me in that she never really noticed me.Read more
The end of the season meant he had to move on.Read more
It was a late afternoon in the quietest part of town.Read more
I live by the sea.
There the heart halts ever more slowly,
Gulls drift onto seaweed and jellyfish.
To men writing poems declaring their love: I’m not the sort a poet writes about.Read more
Just before you go, consider that there might be no way back.Read more