Lit

As each day stretched me further from the first, I began to think that you never really fall out of love.  I began to...

    6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred outlines from hangovers to coffee another vagabond lost...

I thought I’d like to write a poem about you No, it isn’t a love poem I thought I’d like to write a poem for you No,...

We didn’t bloom together the way we should have. We never eyed each other across neat soil; both self-conscious and self-righteous as we sipped...

Figment.com is an amazing site "where writers write, meet, create, share, and connect," and each week Figment features one of their members. The "Featured Fig" is interviewed, and five...

The 4th installment in Mrs.Johnson's Home for Broken Boys. The morning after Randy Brown and I broke up, I drove to my parents’ home in...

Don't you see? Your body sprouts out flowers from the crevices in which the demons broke you. The tallied marks that line your skin show such fears...

Lend her your hope; she will label it as her own and attach to you like velcro. Don’t treat her like a thunderstorm; she is so much more than...

Figment.com is an amazing site "where writers write, meet, create, share, and connect," and each week Figment features one of their members. The "Featured Fig" is interviewed, and five...

The photographs of our childhood sit crooked in their frames like baby teeth. On holidays, or dinner parties, or when the plumber comes to fix the sink,...