Here’s The Kicker. Flip the Script.

Ding! Ding! We Have a Winner!

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

I Will Be The Most Seductive Mess Down The Hall

Gratitude

Appreciation for Medium and its residents

Devoured

A poem

Pines partition my course
for the night
into sections I can swallow,
columns of smooth black that slide…

Hands, a short story set in Tehran, Tbilisi, and Abu Dhabi

When she opened her eyes, he was gone

You’ll realize why storms are named after people.

A Farewell Poem.

Drive the Stag Before Us

Saturday Poetry Prompt — December 5, 2020