(this is my rip on Bukowski's "quiet, clean girls in gingham dresses..." a piece of work I loved so much I needed to possess it in some...

blow me out and extinguish the moon as calloused fingers would smother a wick pull me into you in the frost of dawn and I will hide...

Are our souls connected with those we love? Have they always been? Find out in The Hanging Night! Until then, enjoy a snippet: You...

The sky is falling. And God is letting it. Because He can. Because He doesn't care... not anymore. He dreamed of pulling a virgin against...

I am gun powder in an hour glass, waiting. I am broken glass in the candy bowl, waiting. I am razor wire in the wild flowers, waiting. I...

I wander my room, drinking tequila for breakfast, dancing without music. Tuneless, rhythmless swaying against morning sunlight coming...

Ever wonder what broke the heart of God? He Called Her Desire If grief is the price of love. If love is the opposite of death. Is there...

Our beds our crowded. Our reflections are fragile shadows. Our lives are spent burying memories. Our best kisses are earthquakes. You...

When the same fire that lights your way burns your house to the ground… (Do you still bask in its warmth?) When you wake up realizing...

When she comes, she rises beneath him, back arched against twisted sheets, her heart to his chest, and when her heart doesn’t feel his,...

Life, over time, grinds down the soul, and belief becomes the casualty. You can only save the ones capable of believing. The ones who...

It’s as though in that first time together (on the second round of firsts), as the hidden song on our mixtape played, I married you in...

We sort through the wreckage, searching for something salvageable between the pieces of what is left. Any relic. Any artifact. A...

The shaking of your legs peels back my sleep in layers. You throw off the covers, toss yourself out of bed, stubbing your toe on the...

Shots sound, bullets break through the sky, and, one by one, pieces of her life fall, cloud blood trailing behind. Through the holes,...

Once upon a time, in a land not so far as you think from home, there lived a girl. When no one was looking, she grew into a woman. One...

Caius From the time I could remember, I loved the rush of stealing. The first time I did it, I was eight-years-old. My mom was in a...

"Revisit a favorite memory and tell us about it." Music. It makes the soundtrack to life, you know? Picture any time period in your...

Prose piece based on Falling is Like This. You are Missing from Me She’s gone. Over the rails. Small, dark. Smaller, darker. Smallest,...

These two came to me as I was lying in bed one night, watching The Originals, hence the names "Camille and Nick" (and NOLA, but we all...