W Categories Poetry December, 2018 Where We Meet In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with..
T Categories Poetry January, 2018 The Dreams of Tiny Things The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric..