Poem: Grace
Yesterday, I opened a bottle of body scrub gifted to me by my mom. The scent is called Grace. I think she knows I don’t usually allow myself the luxury of things like this. The fragrance is heavenly, smelling like...
Category: Free Stories and Poems
Poem: Inescapable
The problem with isolation from a pandemic— besides all the million obvious issues— is that it doesn’t allow us to run. We’ve carefully crafted coping mechanisms that have very little to do with coping and a whole lot to do...
Poem: Beauty
The evening’s temperature is nearly perfect. Gray clouds cloak the sky, but it is not dreary. A cool wind runs its fingers through the leaves. The breeze carries a softness as its tendrils brush across the skin. Sunlight pierces the...
Flash Fiction: From the Water’s Edge
From the Water’s Edge was the first story I had published, shortly after I created this website back in 2016. This story was on my mind recently, and then within a week, I had two people mention this piece to...
Poem: Fatherly Love
It’s funny the things we remember. I don’t remember my Dad crying except for a few times. One was on my wedding day when he first saw me. Another is when I’ve read my poems to him. After a poem,...
