Morning air caresses her skin, Brushes the shoulders, Tugs the curls. Breezy twin kisses become flint stones That slide and strike, slowly at first. Quicker, …
I’m the girl with smokey lips by Nicole Deardorff
Smoking and kissing are two things I don’t take lightly I kiss hard, hazardously I kiss attacks, bruise, draw blood I kiss making sure you …
Kissing Boys That Taste Like Ink and Spitting Fire in Motel Sinks by Lindsey Hobart
The first boy I kiss doesn’t write. He doesn’t understand why my bedroom walls tell stories that are sixteen years too long. He does not …
Sun-Teens and Their Sunscreens
It’s summertime! What does that mean? Beautiful golden tans… right? Don’t magazines tell us that if you wear tanning oils with the lowest SPF, then …
Ashes by Emily Ward
Charles wasn’t meant to take the files on Mrs. Conway’s insurance claim out of the office, but he did it anyway. He tucked them into …