Shell of Venus
A 5-year-old, running around Grandma’s house. // A sculpture stand on the steps, a naked…
A 5-year-old, running around Grandma’s house. // A sculpture stand on the steps, a naked…
Who is the painter of one’s life? The writer? The creator? // Do we create…
I used to love birthdays, when the water reflected the sky like a sharp cut…
jigsaw pieces on the floor orphaned words without a home a constellation of frenzied thoughts…
“Where is my family?!” “You’ll never find them!” The woman yelled as she grabbed my…
Each night I pray that I will meet my lover once again. His name rhymes…
It was the middle of winter. The air was humid and weighed heavily on Jaz’s…
eyes glance scared stare i fold into you you dig your fingers into me with…
Ava wants him to go away, wants to be well and truly done with him….