Prose & Poetry

Set back from a country road, the garage door rolled up just enough for headlights to […]

perhaps i handled it for a moment but your last text was to me in some

In some distant future closer than I’d like, your eye will stray, your passion divert as

I. She said, bluebirds on the curtains make morning more like morning, and some mornings it’s

The sun is infamous for undoing cocky youth, but why topple this uncertain girl? The ball

At the end, my hair is washed. My eyes glinted, my fingers dipped. I am covered

I sent the others on ahead to steal some time alone. “Solitude is the price of

As a window shuts, a cavern opens to the core each bubble grafts to the wall

“All this time I’ve wasted has caught up to me,” he says to himself as he