A Poem — you thought i could fix us, but i didn’t have the tools to tear down the house and build a new foundation your eyes accused me for all the things i couldn’t do, those areas where i failed you, the words that disappointed you and maybe i could have done…

A Poem — oh, you were my pattern at play the day you crossed my path, and i didn’t need to consult with my wayward heart to know you were the one bad habits die hard, and i learned quick how you’d lie and cheat just to save yourself from drowning with the rest…

Maybe it’s more of a nightmare than a dream. — The visions started the night of Greta Neurig’s senior party. Cami thought it was just a side-effect of the pulsing music that left her head throbbing, but even retreating to an empty room and lying back on a bed weren’t enough to stop the flashes of images behind her eyes. …

A Poem — did you think me an artist once upon a time? put me on display and watch me mourn this life of petty gatherings as we try to find some meaning i can’t see through the haze, and you left first in the dead of night i could tell you a…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No26 — Men could be such boors. I knew immediately from one look what the first suitor before me wanted. He eyed my tiara as if he wished he could snatch it from my head. I said a few polite words before I dismissed him. My mother shot me a look of…

A Poem — oh, you thought you knew best when you sent the flowers oh, you always thought your opinion was number one, front and center it was as if you thought yourself a monolith of a man and i grew tired of the games, the ego trips, and the sleepless nights what…

A Poem — i thought the rainbow would shine on me evermore, but the paint faded to a dull gray like a winter sky and i wondered where you had gone, what i had missed, and what would happen if i disappeared oh, they thought me a good girl in a sparkly dress as if i…

I burned the pictures and set fire to what you meant to me. — Do you remember all those papers I’d pass to you in school? Sometimes I’d crumple up the note into a tight ball as if you’d get some kind of delight just by unraveling the mystery fold by fold. But most of the time you just stared with an apathetic luster…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No25 — I knew her as a little girl before she harnessed the power of the twin suns. She had always been vibrant — like a candle flame in a sea of darkness — but I never thought she would one day rule over the twelve planets in the galaxy. That girl…