Cigarettes

He was smoking outside the pub. I guess I was into the fact that he so willingly destroyed a part of himself inside. See, I hold onto things. I grip onto cigarettes but never light them. I never set the flame. I never burn things. I was wearing a ratty old tee shirt when he…

When I Think of Love

When I think of Love, I think of you. I think of holding fingers under dirty diner tables. I think of long conversations that I almost never regretted in my groggy mornings. I think of coffee and weed, things that convinced us we were alive, after all. I think of our first time: hungry, anxious,…

Skin Deep

“Goodbye,” she said. I broke my arm when I was younger, but I’d give away all of my bones to have her there with me. If she could take my eclipsed soul and tie it to hers, I wouldn’t dare do anything else. There have been many shots and tossing nights in bed and late…

Pride

Because of a friend’s post (actually a former high school teacher… she’s great) and my dead brain after a Later British Literature exam, I clicked on her link to one of those generic, not-very-insightful quizzes: Which Legendary Song Best Describes Your Life? We all know those types of quizzes. Very simple questions. I was going…

Garden

A long time ago, in a summer that blew my hair past my shoulders, I decided I’d begin to garden. I dug for hours and planted for days and one day a stem grew through the morning haze. I thought I’d planted roses, but red buds turned into poppies. I threw the shovel down and…

Writer’s Blood

I went fluttering through hallways, not having a sense of where I was or where I was meant to be. But I was content with that. Age buried into my bones, and soon I was seeping with regret and something dying. I had jet lignite blood in an ivory body, something pages of literature proved…