The all-encompassing, mind-boggling, universal glow.
It rained,The pink of the flowers melted into a mystical mauve of matte,As the skies spilled their tales into…
once nights were flashlights under blankets,siblings cuddled on the terrace,counting stars…
Together, but we’re…
If you were to ask me, why do our hearts differ, so?I would reply, replenishing beliefs…
A response to Tre L. Loadholt’s writing challenge, Nonet the Night, in A Cornered Gurl.
I can’t believe my weary eyes, as that kebab shop appears. Nestled next to sex shops, I stumble in and order. A man, hairy…
flickering fireflies of summer nightblink lullabies of…