The mind is a dangerous place.
A prompt for the summer season.
Poem about a runaway that plays off the Red Riding Hood story.
A snapshot of a life.
A vignette of a sixteen-year-old who babysits his younger siblings over the holidays.
The third part in my series of short shorts about loving but not needing coffee.
Me trying to be vulnerable.
A poem about finding a place in the world.
Coffee is only sometimes kryptonite.
Getting things right in the morning is hard, so there's coffee.