Fiction and Poetry
As if my arms were in chains As though my legs were cuffed to the…
What if I told you that on the night the police threw me into that…
To Make Sense of Heaven, I Drowned In Hell They told us to wear our…
Curse tragedy, you say. You will write a happy poem. You will talk about…
there’s a lingering tightness in my chest – like a bimini twist on a fishing…
Servitude “I suppose there’s a difference between voluntary and involuntary sacrifice.” – James Moore I…
FINDING GOD For Faustina Sometimes, I watch you from across the room when you are…
Roses of Sharon Instead of dwelling On the thirst of wanting Till my tongue becomes…