We walked down to the river Mourning our mistakes As we walked I wondered when your hand outgrew mine and when our steps Started to...

Sincere and intimate, Charlie amicably recounts the isms and habits of his soon to be ex wife, Nicole. He lists particular instances...

Ripe as the day is long Its flesh softens to touch Malleable like wet clay Or a body of water The core exposed But the bees can't help...

You called me beautiful, said you could see me with a child on my hip and flowers in my hair. My shirt billows, you glow. I am your...

The lime green tiles are still wet from her morning shower. One towel hangs unused, while the other lies in a crumpled heap. The center...

Arms outstretched as far as possible, knees locked and calves cramped--I endured the last five minutes of my mother’s routine leg...

Wind rolls through the hills On the lucky side of solitude Green grass, lush and endless A fertile brick house sits warmly Overlooking...

The hours slip away but the only proof of time is the setting sun falling off the horizon like loose rocks on a cliff. I sit as a witness...

My infant fingers, syrupy sweet, frantically swiped at the sticky backseat of my grandmother’s car. I had always revered my grandmother;...