The Introvert’s Struggle: Eating Lunch With Coworkers

No, I don’t want to talk about food while eating…

Your Addiction Wants You Dead and Other Warnings

Prose Poem

The Funeral Parlor

Free verse poetry

Melissa

Erotic Short Story

Short Story about sexual confidence

how to Scuzzbucket

submission guidelines…because, you know, it’s about time

Legacies

My son and grandson gifted me with a smile

Dying On Your Lunch Break

Inconveniencing your boss

being a stranger

sometimes loving someone
means being a stranger
it means their world is better
without you
safer, without you
the mind can’t be…

closure

A poem

there is no closure
eagerly awaiting me
in the wake of our
anticlimactic
end — 
i stuff every crevice…

Wrong Pages

Sometimes this world is too nasty…