(Published at The Writers Club) I lit her letter in a bin of regretsafter she trailed freeways away,leaving me and this small town behind.I swung a baseball… Read more “Writing Curves In Breakups”
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Sara’s Three Words
I bit my tongue beforethe words slipped throughmy lips.I sharpened my overacting skills to fine points,holding onto a thread of what was leftof hope by the skin… Read more “Sara’s Three Words”
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”
She’s My Pill
My pills swirl down the drain of panic,trickling through the acid-coated pipes.Anxiety bubbles in my throat as I remain silentwith a cross to bear, a burdensome weight.I’m… Read more “She’s My Pill”
Camera Shy
“If this is what you think is honest—”“I think you’d better go!” I looked down and away, pointing to the front door.“Not going to forgive me, are… Read more “Camera Shy”
Dude, You Need a Savior!
You’ve got it all figured out, huh?I guess it’s easy for you, isn’t it?Passing bad checks, asking for forgiveness for what’s next, how’d that work out for… Read more “Dude, You Need a Savior!”
I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)
I speak too much,hanging my head in disgust.My cheeks blush with lust.My mouth sealed shut.So that not even the trees could hear me screamwhat’s to be of… Read more “I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)”
Bloody Roses
It’s January, and I lost track of time and a wrinkled letter dated September; we did a night or two in the back seat of her hummer.I… Read more “Bloody Roses”
Alisha Gets Even
(Chapter 1. WIP) It’s been ten weeks since I’d last seen my neighbor Alisha Keagan. It’s not like she hadn’t disappeared before because she had, but this… Read more “Alisha Gets Even”
Dusting off Dreams
(Part one) Grandma died last Wednesday. It’s Friday, and I still haven’t changed the black dress I wore to the funeral. I probably smell like a homeless… Read more “Dusting off Dreams”