“I love you” is lazy communication.

Love is weird. There are so many things about a relationship that make at least a little bit of sense, that are explainable, that you can qualify or quantify. But love? It’s harder.

Originality: A Soothing Lie

Or: Today I Wrote Fiction

(136) Not Tonight

I fought with myself all day about what I would write tonight. Actually, that’s a gigantic lie because it wasn’t a fight: I didn’t want to write at all. I don’t want to write at all. Not tonight. Not here. My heart is not ok with here, this site that I have loved like my surprised solace since I…

A Letter I Wrote To You

But One I Will Not Send

She is #3

I’ve had it with migrants.
They always leave.
The good ones always leave
eventually.

She waited outside as I undressed. I got on the bed and faced down and she asked, I haven’t seen you for so long. 
I knew…

Sleep Overs

I hear someone outside my window. I am asleep in my Grandparents’ spare bedroom. My Grandmother sleeps two doors down and my Grandpa the…

Whoever

Sometimes being in your presence

Reminds me of a simpler time

I long for you

Ache for you

And although

Mine are sincere laughs

a lover conversing with a city (02)

Holy one, I beg your forgiveness, but there’s nothing sacred about you or your dream: Your virgin…

Here’s An Introduction.

I am a literary agent who lives with her husband and kids in a crazy city named New York. I got on here to support a client, and friend, but I have always wanted to do something to indulge my need to read; that’s how Love And Other Cures was born.