Small Town Summers
hungry kissing by the water’s edge close to midnight, nowhere to go and nowhere to be.
A Brief History Of Embracing My Hair
After all, my sometimes-difficult-to-deal-with hair is mine.
Two Ships In The Night
Pieces of us are left there and there,
places we shared when we meant nothing to one another.
We were like two ships in the night, passing through and biding time,
waiting until we were both ready to stand still at a crossing.
The Problem With Vices
He stands on line at the liquor store, allowing the dreadful monotony wash over him like a startlingly bout of nausea.
It Was Never About Timing
It was never about timing.
It was crying in the car as the sun descended in the sky,
and peering at my red eyes in the bathroom mirror.
Rising Above Those Stress Days
But now and then, I like to remind myself – I need to remind myself – that I am durable. That I’m not unsafe inside my skin.
Autumn, You Always Come Back For Us
We breathe in nights that smell like burning firewood and chase days when the sun hangs high. Apple orchards and pumpkin patches bustle with crowds. Autumn sweets and spices play on our tongues.
A Meeting Of Past Lovers
His hand is intertwined with her hand. In such a sweet way. In a way that says, look at us, we are together.
Why Do We Save Parts Of Our Past?
I found my bugs bunny doll the other day. I could have gotten rid of it years ago. After all, it’s been years since I played with it. It’s been years since it rested on the pillow beside me. But why didn’t I?
I Had A Dream You Cheated On Me
A broken engagement. A punch to the gut in 30 seconds. Loss rearing its head. She wonders when the past will let her go.