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Sun–buzz–rise

As he stared into her eyes, the silence seemed to creep up onto them. It hung there, sitting with them. Buzz. Buzz. Her phone. Her parents must have walked into...

Irreconcilable Circumstance

Out of focus save for a lock of chestnut hair, my father wholly in shadow and his hands around my chest. My mother watching but even then consumed by her own...

How Can I Know What Love Is

Love is one of the earliest concepts I remember being introduced to. It was the...

Cosmopolitan Love

My darling, with her clothes littered on a floor painted orange. The windows...

Dark(er) Girls and Doors

My mother's friend sips on her coffee, her eyes don't leave my face. she...

Ode to my Bed

Comfy sheets and blankets galore underneath the window sill, I cannot await...

Religion of the Player

Our temple is the arena. Our shrine is the ice. Our skates, are the Holy...

Wing Tipped Hammer

Don’t drop the hammer in the lake chilled inexperienced hands seem to think...

Daggers at Xagħra Circle

3,500 BC no metals native to this ground but people who built their lives in...

The Statue’s Song

Let me tell you about the saddest song in the world. I have heard many songs...