I’m so sick of it all. Here’s the bitter truth of it. I wake up in the morning, roll out of my single bed in the basement and touch my toes to the cold synthetic hardwood. I’ll put on whatever clothes I want to wear for the day, then maybe do some quick makeup. Then … More Seventeen

Sweet Nothings

Standing beside you, waist-deep in quackgrass, I noticed two yellow swings nestled in the trees below. “Swings!” we cried, in the same breath. You and I, we caught the same train of thought. Two tickets, one compartment, headed for the moment in the same direction. … More Sweet Nothings