Every woman has a memory
The sidewalk was wet and so were our shoes.
last night i thought of what i should’ve said and it’s already escaped me again but i think it had something to do with how
the weight of a dream
An Elegy to Dust
Who curves back her tongue behind her teeth
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
For a moment I am able to stare down the barrel. From both ends it’s daunting; from both sides, there, for a moment, I can see
“What a million filaments.
The summer after third grade was the summer of church camp—ticks, Bible studies in the woods, creek stomping, camp songs,
I keep trying to think of different, interesting things that I could write about. I feel that all of my friends are beautiful, talented
A place of nature, nurture, and endless space to explore the goodness of God.
Elia sat in his blue velvet Victorian armchair in silence. The chair’s opulent vintage flair stood in contrast to the rest of the
I pull the skin under my left eyelid and paint a thin, yellow line, connected to a second yellow line. I fill in the lines with quick
The curious girl considered her options.
When Kiran entered the room, a burst of energy filled everyone around him. Olivia watched him enter her shared apartment as
She’d bought them at the tanning salon: the white freckles. The plastic stencil stuck to her face and the woman with bright pink
Maya watched as her girlfriend tapped her chipped, black nails against the steering wheel of her 2014 Gray Ford Escape.
The Nowhere Grocery Store didn’t seem to be anywhere. The parking lot, littered with half-painted spots and deteriorating