Discretionary Love

He sits down on the end of the park bench she occupies and turns to her. She smiles. “My throat is sore,” he rasps.  

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For as long as I can remember I was in love with Philomena. I can picture her now sitting in dappled shade under an apple

I’m on a ladder painting the Peterson’s gutters when Josie’s mother pulls up in that old green Chrysler of theirs, thick black smoke shooting out

Click of a cigarette lighter makes me turn my head– you aren’t supposed to do that here, are you? I thought that was a thing

*CW: This piece contains references to suicide.    The mirror over the sink in the bathroom tells me I do not exist. I know I

Until then I wanted to love you, but I wasn’t sure I could.  You grew inside me, expanding my belly to an impossible mound. From

We are in Tangle. Fierce, heat and sweat and pumping blood. Skin singing, fingertips tracing jawline and collarbone and pelvis, easing, deep breaths, slow and

September 3 Dear Diary: I cannot believe that I am doing this.  It seems like such a 12-year-old girl thing to do – Dear Diary