In case you didn’t know, April is Poetry Month. Those of you who’ve been following me for a while, know that I usually attempt the Poem A Day challenge (aka…
Saying that’s a pretty dress, or that’s a nice color, or your hair came out good is not really a compliment. It’s complimentary—but to the dress and the stylist. It…
When their lips touched, it was soft, tender as a new bruise, a fragile thing that neither was sure of. Yet for all its fragility, they felt the spark, like…
The cut was long and lean, like a fashion model’s jawline, not a gaping wound, like someone had lost their mind and tried to saw off their leg. The doctor…
With pen in hand I try to pen my thoughts into manageable spaces, like a rancher corrals unbroken horses. I come close to closing the gates, but mostly I miss…
