(Published at The Writers Club) The other sideof the dividewants you home.But don’t leave,not without sweetslights casually drapedas my day’sbest February night.My life’s timeplunged into years,splendid spring… Read more “Scared Of Goodbye”
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Reward Money
“This cup of cold coffee is barely keeping me awake,” Sandra said, yawning with her hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. Sandra glanced over, then returned… Read more “Reward Money”
We’re Done
(Published at Spillwords) The thought of love without himshifts the ground beneath her feet.Whatever he meant, he said it instead.A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,and tears… Read more “We’re Done”
Pity Party
Me, dis-invited?I figured as much.Don’t blame attendees.My affections claw at my sleeve,examining the world over my voice.Settling in your head,ruminating over last night’sbedroom talk.What’s best for usis… Read more “Pity Party”
Sinister Sunday Drive
Tara enjoyed Sunday evening drives. I was getting sick of driving in the winter chill. Not even the light forecasted snowflakes slapping the windshield could deter us… Read more “Sinister Sunday Drive”
The Invitation
Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
Chemicals Burn Nude
“I don’t know how this happened,” Nathan told Julie over the phone. He paced the living room, telling Julie what he remembered about the previous night. “And… Read more “Chemicals Burn Nude”
Thirty-Year Reunion
An archaic reflection of the nightshimmering off the dancefloor aged me thirty years;thirty years ago, we said goodbye.Not me, but she did.I can’t blame myself today,only every… Read more “Thirty-Year Reunion”
Drowning in a Crush
I’ve grown accustomed to embracing self-loathing that withers through my fingers like quicksand in broken glass. The sea I see from here through an ocean of tears… Read more “Drowning in a Crush”
Jailed for FAKE Love
Your pictures tease me.You tattooed my name onyour lower back; I’m impressed.Heartless at best;your body confuses me;easily forgettable like the rest,or so you thought.Your phone number’s traceable;sit… Read more “Jailed for FAKE Love”
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