The road is slick with rain. A storm, closing in on all sides. Two men inside a speeding vehicle. Something, somewhere is destined to crash.
The people and things we see on the streets we always walk down, in the places we always go. We sometimes see something more.
Dear high school acquaintance. We may share a lot of [NOUN] about politics, but your [ADJECTIVE] expectations turn me into a very MAD LIBeral.
I kissed you once. Is that enough? Is it ever enough? To the lovers like Andrew, who never quite could, but who might have been.
I just want a place I can be comfortable, be myself, be free from all this fucking Arachnophobia. For the first time, the manspider speaks out.
You never thought it would happen, but it happened! You had sex with someone on the Free Pass List…
One year ago, 49 innocent people were killed at Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida simply for loving who they love. Words are powerful. Use yours wisely.
Somewhere in Kansas, summer boys riding in their cars with the windows down and arms in the breeze. The cornhusks know the stories they tell.
Grief is a powerful thing. To sharpen or dull it, sometimes we must go to extraordinary measures. A poem, a whetstone, a chance to feel all or nothing.