"god, you remind me of coming up for air. sunscreen-slicked and grass stains and the way you say my name." these are portraits of the people in my life, for better or for worse. [SKOW best poetry winner]

A drabble about people on a rainy and cold October day. Reviews cherished and returned.

Look for the white line. That's what my mom told me. That long white line tracing the edge of the road. You'll be able to see it first, and then you'll regain your bearings. This story is in desperate want of reviews. Cupcakes and reviews to those who do.

charlotte loved the sea.

and maybe it still is. /collection-fp pennames/

This afternoon I saw a bee collide with a brick wall.

They all made the same promise and they all made the same lie. Darling, he won't be the last--get real. — Het. Ficlet.

Once upon a time. — Gen. Ficlet.

He was a lifetime too late.