sidewalk flowers: untold stories from people like us

  Sidewalk Flowers is a community project I want to start.  The idea is that if enough people participate, we could promote creative writing within the homeless community as a means of helping them.  We could provide workshops for them to attend to and assist them with their writing, and as some sort of compensation, …

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Liebster Award

hello, people!  thanksgiving just passed, and i am hoping that you all gobbled on those turkeys!! ––or, i am hoping that you did something fun if you don't celebrate the said holiday —or, whatever if you’re not from the US.  i am super, duper, extra happy to inform y'all that i have been nominated for the Liebster Award …

twenty-one days

He became the stars that shined in our eyes, the beating of our hearts and his hand touching mine, the breathing and sweating of our skin, tears and anger and betrayal and...

i.ii

January 31 Saturday 5:32pm “You’re sexy,” John sent a Snapchat. I could not help but rip my face with an overwhelming ear-to-ear smile. I began to think of us making out, my mind wandering with  thoughts about our lips moving against each other along with the sounds of our desperate gasps. We were walking his …

i.i

***AN EXCERPT*** It’s a huge word, innit? Obsession. A noun. A feeling. An addiction. An infatuation. January 21 Wednesday 9:54pm Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. I have been laying in my bed, staring at the clock hanged on my plain white wall. My eyes clapped twice as fast as the clock, arms clutched closer to …

I close my eyes

I close my eyes only for a moment and the next thing I know I see you in my dreams you’re holding me again I see the fireplace is finally being used and I notice the steam from the hot cocoa on the coffee table and for a moment I believe it's real then suddenly …

last note

12 January 1997   He was fifty-two, drunk and alone in a car heading home to his wife from an after-work party.  He knew he could not drive home alone without Satan pulling his right foot  six feet under the ground, and Death, with his scythe, ready to reap whatever is there to be  reaped …