My mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through my window and into my loft. Bleeding out all her glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going...

Yesterday, I was inspired to write this. Yesterday, I had something beautiful to say. Yesterday, I waxed poetic. I was a prophetic genius. Today, I am trying to be who I was yesterday. I am holding on to some vague idea that I had for a minute or two, and...

Perhaps you can grasp from the title, that I, too, have hopped on the band wagon and read (or at least tried to) the over-sensationalized Fifty Shades of Grey. Yes, I did, just to see why it has caused so much stir. Bottomline? It’s pure rubbish. I just had to...

Delicate pecks. Smile. Giggle. Silence, take a breath. She brushes colors across his lips. Wet and warm. Tastes like mint. Fiddle fingers across ink and paper. Thoughts are washed aside. Breaths mingled, hands encircling, fingers running down the spine. Pause he said. Shudders and quivers and chills and thrills. Look...

When I was a kid I asked, “How are babies made?” My mom responded, “Go back to your room.” I asked why but all I got Was a make-face. When I was in grade school I asked, “Is there something wrong with me?” My big brother-cousin responded, “Yeah. Put powder...

In the most peculiar occurrence I found you, Ask thrice, have a cup of coffee with me? Smiled like two halves of a book crashing open. Ask me twice have a drink with me? Ask four times if the risk is worth the reward Ask five times how you see...