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 a year ago. it’s patched up now, got good memories to fill the emptiness that used to gnaw like a vulture picking at my bones. i’ve designed it in careful […]
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I awoke to the smell of her cheap perfume filling the air. “Mom?” I asked confused. “Get up,” she growled, scratching the skin of her neck. “Get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere.” She never stayed long unless she needed something, and the previous night she had been in a fight with my stepdad, because […]
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By the age of sixteen I had a will that could’ve sprung only from the conception of a particularly well-traveled child. I wasn’t actually well traveled—most every airplane ride of my youth was between some state and Massachusetts—but my father raised me in an America balanced somewhere between a tray table and a pack of […]
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This is where I like to go before I get to the cracked vase of our life together. The places we once existed but no longer fit right, taken at a time before things didn’t make sense, not because I couldn’t understand them but because I was a child, I shouldn’t have had to. A […]
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