
Sweet Spot
I explore my body amazed at the softness of my skin. I am in awe of my breasts, the ease in which they fall to the side as I lay on my back. I use my index and middle finger to trace my areolas and nipples. I clasp a nipple Read more
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I explore my body amazed at the softness of my skin. I am in awe of my breasts, the ease in which they fall to the side as I lay on my back. I use my index and middle finger to trace my areolas and nipples. I clasp a nipple Read more
For CG The boys were in the backseat asleep with the youngest sandwiched between his two brothers, and he rested his head on the oldest brother’s shoulder. The steady highway motion on the Merritt and Hutchinson Parkways caused them to drift away. It was an image their mother will not Read more
Scratch scratch. Scratch scratch. It is 6 a.m., and CeCe knows I am sleeping in the guestroom. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The room is grey in the predawn. It is too early even for birds. CeCe’s scratching is the only sound, and now me, rising at 6 a.m., already feeling sorry Read more
Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her anguished cries Rat’s nest of fear Addiction, fury Ideation, escape All because of scribbled pages ——— Torn Punched in walls Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Photo Credit: Read more
I know that songs can erupt into moments. you do not need to dare me I will do mostly anything you want for me to be your naughty girl good girl any type you want. I could transform into diverse beings, you would think I haunted your mind I can Read more
Ghosts of past deaths crowd my consciousness as I face yet another loss, a slipping away of another friend and brother. Each time we face the penumbra of dying, surreal ghosts rise up to remind us of other moments, déjà vu’s, other losses we’ve already endured. Each death rolls into Read more