As I lay in wait for the time to pass, the familiar, aching troubles cross my mind, I reminisce the last perfect day before it blew up in...

I live in the spaces between days The minutes when our crossing hours Haven't entirely separated us again Snatching moments that aren't...

Today my dad helped me demolish a desk That I had picked up from a curb a month prior Back when we were still in love—or I guess you...

I didn’t see much in him. If I saw him in a crowd, I would not notice. If I saw him on an Instagram post, I would scroll past it. If he...

I wonder if it is just me that feels like a book on a shelf collecting dust, waiting forever to be picked up by you. Do you feel that way...