words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I
my image splinters in the mirror as distance grows between surface smooth and inner truth where sharp rocks agitate in the acid bath of my
We spend our days hanging on to old moments deep within the heart, trespassing through bookstores and bars, storing memories between dusty pages as we
When I first contemplated choosing pieces and organizing them for Composition of a Woman, I naively thought it would be fairly quick and straightforward process.
Most writers dream of seeing their name in print. Being published in a journal or E-zine was always an honor for me, but I still
Just a little under two years ago, I started Brave and Reckless in order to make an essay I had posted on Facebook, What Every