I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming in for this to be my city apartment, with its blackout shades and heavy curtains. I must be in my crash pad, the shell of a crumbling church a couple … Continue reading Hangover
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me. Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my bra … Continue reading Fire
I took my first Creative Writing class in Spring of 2017. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a famous book or movie in two sentences. They were not supposed to be summaries but I was really challenged by this assignment. The Graduate: Life after college sucks. I advise … Continue reading At the Movies
Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our passionate kisses when you lean in to kiss my lips again, then my forehead before you carefully untangle yourself from me. I don’t know what comes next. This is the … Continue reading After
I took my first Creative Writing class in Spring of 2017. One of our topics was concise expression. One fun in-class assignments was to rewrite a famous book or movie in two sentences. They were not supposed to be summaries but I was really challenged by this assignment. The Graduate: Life after college sucks. I advise … Continue reading At the Movies
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me. Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my … Continue reading Fire
Brave & Reckless 