“Detained,” Caught.
If writing were an Olympic contest
to write poetryabout you
A celestial microfiction love story
A story.
“No,” my mother wagged her manicured finger at me, and placed the butterfly clip on the…
He was wild.
Trying to tame him was like trying to tame a fire ignited by gasoline. His movements left sparks, his…
“Your ring — it’s crooked,” he told her.