Prose & Cons

I. after the first night we met, i dreamt in color once again. i had forgotten what it looked like to see visions of fuchsia…

There are times when I hate myself. Not very often, not very long, but just enough that I feel like crying, lying curled up in…

There are letters in me…an alphabetical myriad of combinations and connotations…twenty-six letters I’ve known since childhood…their potential unbeknownst to me…the years will soon teach me…

Her straggling vulnerable breaths batter her already beat down lungs. Thickness and noise choke her last chance for fresh air. What’s left? Two gradually rotting…

The waves wish and wash   over the grains of sand, whispering secrets as   they kiss land.   “Hush, hush,” they say.   My…

i. Falling, falling slowly. An uphill battle within my mind. Crawling, crawling quickly. Through this space to reclaim my life. I never knew what to…

today, i lift my eyes towards the sun. i recall watching your hello transform the light into a tender orange. today, i would like to…

stripped seems too harsh a word to describe how life was taken from you. the angel came hovered by your hospital bed. a bed i’ve…

History forgets us. We are cold, dead things, brittle bones in homes of silt and dirt. We are relics of a time I can only…

I remember Driving To my nine-to-five job Glistening With sweat from the sun Beaming Down on me in my car. I remember Peering Out the…