I was going to my university when I saw this lady in the subway. So confident and beautiful, humming
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1 min
Poetry
Poetry
1 min
Images of...
We are both standing on the beach. You like the ocean because you think it can drown all you
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Short Fiction
4 min
The Timefang's Prowl
‘Getting old', Vyncor thought, ‘has been my worst decision yet'. He stretched and felt each of the gnarled knots of pain that ran through his back and neck, twisted up like tangled fishing lines. He
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Short Fiction
1 min
A New Resident to Darkness
"The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you."
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I sit in front of him watching him like the painting that hangs in a ... [+]
― Rainer Maria Rilke
I sit in front of him watching him like the painting that hangs in a ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Folding Laundry
Let's play house, you said
Quick, come in here, we can be quiet, you said
You closed the doo ... [+]
Quick, come in here, we can be quiet, you said
You closed the doo ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
4 min
Hypochondria
I'm a hypochondriac.
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of ... [+]
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of ... [+]
Short Fiction
4 min
The Fucking Jasper
"Where the hell are we going anyway?" Cynthia asks Jess in a stern tone.
We've been on the road for several hours, stuck in Jess's mini cooper listening to nothing but Harry Styles and Miley ... [+]
We've been on the road for several hours, stuck in Jess's mini cooper listening to nothing but Harry Styles and Miley ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Hiy Hiy
Short Fiction
3 min
Rock Candy Sweetness
My bloodless white fingers grasped my thighs, squeezing away like Sunday lemonade. I gasped, letting my head fall back. I thumbed the lining of my shorts, finding a loose thread and pulling hard. No
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Poetry
1 min
Your Two Eyes
Short Fiction
1 min
Forgotten Eyes
Mallory Johnson lived in the suburbs behind a white picket fence and a dark pine door. Her husband called her "Mal" when he trudged in late on the weekends, drunk and tired. David Smith was a working
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Poetry
3 min
My Tree
Poetry
1 min
The hands that feed you
I naturally started writing with my left hand because it just felt right.
I held a pen in my ... [+]
I held a pen in my ... [+]
Poetry
1 min