The temperature climbs above 60 degrees, for the first time in a long, snowy winter. The whole town is in t-shirts, shorts, and dresses. Music blasting, dancing in the sunshine. A man sits on a bench and sings with his guitar, a girl strolls and shops throughout the downtown streets. Bottles of rose', windows open, … Continue reading 32


Early morning light filters through the room, I burrow further into the covers. Eyes blink open and my gaze falls upon your bare back. A warm feeling burbles from my heart. I wrap my arm around your broad chest, nestling my lips into your neck. I breath in the scent of you, stale cigarettes and … Continue reading 33


Do you ever look in the mirror, and not quite recognize the person staring back? Like some sort of Mulan inspiration, you feel like your face doesn't represent what's inside? A stranger you don't know, a person you've never met. Its in moments of weakness that you turn away from this gaze, Its in moments … Continue reading 36


Your expression is detatched and omniscient, but you're a face I've always known. They've built military bases, mansions and shopping malls at your feet-- I wonder if that bothers you much. In autumn golden freckles adorn your cheeks, in winter frosty snow details every inch and crevice of your figure. And in summer, you dazzle … Continue reading 37


Snuggled on the couch, Enveloped in its folds, My eyes become drowsy. Cozy and warm am I— All is quiet as the candle burns through its wick. How lovely to be alone, In one’s apartment. Peaceful and content, But I’d better go to bed, or else I’m going to be sleeping on this couch.


Give me the strength, that I might not have. Give me courage, that I lack. To face what's difficult, what's hard to say. I don't want to disappoint you, but I surely can't lie. I don't want to hide, or take the cowardly route. But it's diffcult to do, because I know it'll hurt you. … Continue reading 39


This is my hutch. Painted and given to me by my grandparents. Within its drawers, I encapsulated my girlhood experience. Notes, letters, birthday cards-- misspelled poems dedicated to crushes. Tiny trinkets and sacred artifacts-- rocks I thought were pretty, lockets that held deep magic. Inconsequential things to everyone but the girl who placed them there. … Continue reading Hutch