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 irritation that no one else would have noticed. After the fifth man left the room, I yawned. “I tire of this. Shall we go have a cup of tea?”

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. …

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? No, she was too soft. But I misjudged her. In truth, I probably never knew her at all. At her coronation, a man tried to stab her through the heart.