I watch how his cigarette smoke scribbles letters in the air, enchanted. “Where did you learn that?” I ask. His face is dreamy but not …
Luna by F. MacKenzie
The moon hangs low outside the window, scarred and haloed. She stares at me, dares me to confess the unspeakable. It’s almost tempting. I breathe. …
stale by MacKenzie
you tell him, “thanks for letting me know, sir,” then you amble your way off the table still chewing your crackers. you got them at …
one year and counting by MacKenzie
the kisses of sunbeams on my face feel warm. my heart is full, so far from the ragtag, edgy organ that’s worn out from using …
Naming a Heroine by Mackenzie
To the girl in the middle of the Stanford Rape, You deserve a name. You are more than ten syllables. I will call you Bella. …