The difference is simple
There are poems that she never stops writing, filling page after page until her fingers numb and she has to tap them on the table to wake them. She has no shortage of… Read More
There are poems that she never stops writing, filling page after page until her fingers numb and she has to tap them on the table to wake them. She has no shortage of… Read More
“It’s amazing that you still haven’t read Anna Karenina. And you call yourself an English major.” “It’s not that I haven’t tried. There’s something about the title that sets me off Karenina… Kar-nin-nin-a.… Read More
They say your eyes were closed the first time you smiled but they’re wide open now, shining, and I can’t tell if you’re delighted or just scared. Your teeth are clenched but you… Read More
“There are things you don’t know about me.” He doesn’t look up from the joint he’s rolling, instead concentrates on his fingers, tongue flicking out to wet the end. I lean back on… Read More
Don’t ask him why, he won’t answer. He’ll just look through you a little to the left of your ear; making you want to turn around. It’s not because he doesn’t want to… Read More
They say life flashes before your eyes, but they didn’t say it might not be recognized. Might not even be mine. Cars are too smooth these days. Windows that won’t be confined to… Read More
There’s not much that I’m afraid of but those things that do cause me pause are the big things, the things that do more than go bump in the night. The fear of… Read More