Poem #5: More SycamoresThin, dry branches crunch underfoot Peaches, born in Coweta linger inside the wind You, tell me to breathe And when I exhale the fairies...
Poem #4: woods&metalssea shells jangled on her locs thick as those who thieved in daylight her walk was feared by those of simple lacking minds vibes, hearts...
Micro Story #4: I'm Not a RunnerThere has never been a time when my heart beat so fast, the thrumming, the bumping, made me nearly feral. I am not the type of person who...
Micro Story #3: Cinnamon Bleach“You know how people say ‘I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy’? Well, I’m not like that. If you are my enemy, I wish you pain. I wish...
Micro Story #2: Dirty Snow“I swear to God if you start crying I will riot,” Brick said. They laid as still as they could, their bindings ensuring it either way....