Prose & Poetry

A thought in my mind,Forever suspended in time.No, my eyes were sore,And my heart longs for […]

Last night the star I named Tesla twinkled at midnight and all my baroque proposals and

Ever since she was a child, Mia O’Neal longed to be someone else. In school she’d

It wasn’t that difficult. I moved in with her because she had a better apartment. That

The Simple Truth Part I Wishes stand tall like a tree Tall enough to reach the

Claire watches her brother get drunk. He’s gulping from a tall glass of champagne mixed with

Claim your throne. It’s made of bone, but soft and delicate. Marked with your scent. You,

You lent me your favorite book and said to follow the plot, but when I asked

Memory, such a fickle miracle, perpetual and the thing which tethered me to existence. Eternally cursed,