(A Short Story Inspired by “The A Team” by Ed Sheeran) Angel. That was her name. She grew up in a lavish apartment in Chicago not far from the most famous landmark in the state – the Cloud Gate, more commonly known as “The Bean.” She lived in the center of the world around her, Read More…

The rocks under my feet were dark in color, and very unstable as we walked up the short but steep hill. We were climbing to reach the ten-foot chain link fence, beyond it would be just a short walk to the abandoned commune. The full moon and her headlamp were the only sources of light, Read More…

wandering everything i did to replicate and to break apart the lies where the truth in myself ended and the face i could see now blurred between the lines i stopped looking into mirrors because the reflection was so distorted i turned into somebody i thought you’d like then watched as you avoided me never Read More…

to you: a love letter a love where we kiss at every red light a love where you stay a little while longer and you beg me to do the same a love that caters to me and my needs as much as i give and give unto you a love that doesn’t feel wrestled Read More…

overgrown what if the future can’t be promised and i can’t make you love me what if we wake up at the same lonely hour in different lonely beds what happens when we look in the mirror, or out into the world, expecting to see a glimpse of what once was a comforting reflection a Read More…

evergreen candid photographs above a blackened furnace stovetop grilled cheese and marble countertops worn down over time time spent between you and me bedsheets scattered every which way love spread in each direction like peanut butter on bread the lights flicker it’s almost time to pay the bills the tv’s on but no one’s watching Read More…