This poem was first published online and in print by Star 82 Review.
Your eyes light up. You receive more than anticipated. Enduring hours of pointless banter seems worth it. You’re not eighteen anymore. Receiving Read More
These poems were originally featured in Rue Scribe.
For weeks, all I did was listen, my eyes closed. My body grew numb months ago, down to my fingers and toes, Read More
You’re both young, and in love. You agree to move in together. All your belongings are jointly threaded by your souls, from Read More
You’re starting anew. Everyone does at some point, but not like this. You’re fully in control of your destiny. A completely new Read More