Her lips on the edge of the tumbler are soft, forming themselves around the glass almost in the same…
Somewhere, another me is writing a song, a book, a poem.
Desire dictates its own terms.
I dreamed of this day. The sun, moon, and stars bowing to me. But that was before I lost the…
It is not what is laid out but all of what it suggests.
A Flash Fiction
It was New Years Eve and a boy climbed out of his bedroom window — I have to get away from her…
A Microfiction
There is a Buddhist place of worship next door in a house of simple suburban design. You…
Intimately Intricate Unrequited Prompt