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    Countless Blank Pages

    Zero words on blank pages.My fingers idly stand by, wanting to type, knowing not what.What’s not to love?I’ve lost interest.Read a book.I tried.It lacked introspection.Hell, even I… Read more “Countless Blank Pages”

    January 29, 2022January 29, 2022 by AC

    Rageful Curiosity

    In a woman I knew not mid-thrust. Through the dust of misplaced trust, Natale’s door slam rattles the bedroom like thunder before an earthquake, screaming like a… Read more “Rageful Curiosity”

    December 30, 2021 by AC

    Evicted on Christmas

    A forecasted snow-bearing Christmas was three days away. The sun was climbing out of the deep well of winter, but it was still brutally cold. The living… Read more “Evicted on Christmas”

    December 17, 2021January 8, 2022 by AC

    Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)

    Drizzle slapped rattled windows, and joyless smiles in cracked slanted frames collect memories of dust to a heart of distrust, rearranging rusty door hinges on a careless… Read more “Stop Slamming The Door (Please Stay)”

    November 26, 2021 by AC

    The Uber Date

    Where is she? I glanced at my watch. She should be here by now. I folded my arms across my chest. It’s too cold to be waiting for… Read more “The Uber Date”

    June 23, 2021January 11, 2022 by AC

    Lovers & Losers

    A reckless word softens the burden of a cheap insult, escalating the blow of another, you’re a fucking losers. Bitterness cues up a sarcastic grin left hanging in… Read more “Lovers & Losers”

    August 27, 2020October 7, 2020 by AC

    Yellow Static Line (Noose)

    It’s a hot Georgia day. Humid as a muthafucka here at Ft. Benning, Georgia. It’d been another day of running for no goddamn reason. It’d been another… Read more “Yellow Static Line (Noose)”

    June 24, 2020July 2, 2020 by AC

    Depression, Don’t Come Over

    “Can I come over tonight?” depression asks. “I told you last week…” “I’m wearing that pitiful miniskirt you like,” depression says. “I told you, we’re through!” “I’m… Read more “Depression, Don’t Come Over”

    June 12, 2020June 12, 2020 by AC

    Right Words

    I couldn’t think of the right words to say, can’t say it’ll matter that much, anyway. Francis types. I can see her through the screen; her words… Read more “Right Words”

    May 22, 2020December 29, 2021 by AC

    “There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)

    “What are you doing here?” Hannah asks, opening the door, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “You can’t be here! He’s going to kill—” “I’m not leavin’… Read more ““There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)”

    March 11, 2020March 15, 2020 by AC

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