Lit

I run in the rain for the sense of the splatter. I run in the rain To remember, To repeat. A rock smashed in mud at a second glance is a...

                  All this pain has made me numb, Reduced me to a castaway ghost Rummaging through crevices of myself, Looking for something, for anything, to love. All this pain...

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...

Hey, Germs!  We've come to the end of NaNoWrimo.  After thirty days of writing, how many words have you cranked out? I dropped out this...

after Bon Iver You hold a book in your hands: oven-baked pages. home-stitched spine. handwritten print. You daft songbird, if you didn’t know a sharp confession when you held...

The 5th installment in Mrs.Johnson's Home for Broken Boys.   On my last day in North Carolina I could hardly sleep. I was about to see...

I compare your freckles to galaxies and your eyes to pools of sapphire. I compare the dips between your ribs and hip bones to the...

  Long Island City isn’t really in Long Island and the East River is technically a tidal strait and our date was actually more of a stroll through...

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...

Dead Doll Excerpt: Chapters 1 and 2 Chapter One Arms outstretched, I grope along the wet wall of the tunnel. The footfalls behind me draw closer....