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.
Don't look down; you might fall.
Reimagining an older poem of mine.
This is a short short story about a young girl who runs away from her abuser.