Prose & Cons

Grief is a beast. Sharp claws that scratch at your heart and sink into your soul.  Shredding your stomach lining and knotting up your intestines. …

I consider whether or not it’s foolish to try haunting old places. It’s not my school anymore after all.  It belongs to other children now.…

i. spring  the leaves tremble, wind whispering through  a soft blend of emerald rustling a gentle hello  sunlight presses a gentle kiss warm, shifting  shadows…

Riddled in between the shelves of my mind, I keep a piece of you. It’s stored beside the memory of strumming a simple guitar chord…

 “More coffee?” I ask loudly to the man on the other side of the counter. Still no response.             I see a couple of my regulars…

I thrive on positivity.  However, the connotation of ‘positive’ has been tainted.   And I hope for a negative.    My family and I have been…

Goldenrod air spirals and drifts between us, Winding itself lazily around the stems of ironweed and Indian paintbrushes and tiny English daisies I slid in…

“Do you think you can climb out the driver’s side door without cutting your palms on glass?” the police officer asked, ”Or do we need…

I was once forced to take a babysitting class in middle school and it was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. The teacher…

One does not have to be Nostradamus to predict that every person of color will encounter a slur in their lifetime. Lord knows I have.…