Staring furiously in the mirror I toy with the idea of chopping my hair Curly locks falling to the floor as my neck jerks forward from...

The night before I moved to Chicago, we spent the night at my grandmother’s house. I was young, so the idea of moving wasn’t too scary,...

It started as a joke, a favorite pastime, if you will. A girl would stumble up to the bar, leaning onto one of the stools for support,...

For those who write poems as easily as an athlete learns to ride a bike I’m here to introduce you to the scrapes on my elbows Without...

“Can you tell me why you had the matches in the first place?” Her voice was calm. She sat in the chair across the room, but leaned...

Color me in your darkness For it’s warmer than the rainbow of someone new Sculpt me so that it’s your demons, I harness I’d rather be...