A Story About Eating Hearts

A Story About THAT Feeling

Not quite emptiness. Not quite sadness. Somewhere tight rope walking between the two. Somewhere beneath the void beneath me. Not quite frustration. Not quite anxiety. Somewhere between skin and beating heart (sternum). Somewhere under a blade asking how old I am. Not quite excited…

A Story About Burning

A Story About Circles

When she can’t remember the who, or the why, she takes a trip down the street to the local hardware store. Her favorite part is the gardening section. Specifically, the aisle of seeds and watering cans. She doesn’t understand why the seeds aren’t arranged by color. Or why the watering cans…

A Story About Stained Glass

When every glance is a worry — when desires can’t formulate into decisions—when you answer on the first ring to keep up appearances — when you only see the world as imbalanced and crumbling—

A Story About Enough

A Story About Stairs

Three flights ago I was flying above a mountain range where the trees were so tiny I’m sure if you sneezed, they would…

A Story About the Sky

When you think of big and blue, you think of the truck she drove and the dress she wore on dump days. One side was solid, rich, blue like blue jello, and the other was painted with fantasy sea creatures like seagoats, cookiefish, a magic carpet eel, a shark with fur. She drove like a fish…

A Story About the Sun

We were naked in the dark, chasing fireflies and wiping wet grass off our feet. We took turns falling on our faces — on…

A Story About Darkness