Always look forward. I keep reminding myself, repeating that phrase over and over again. Stop looking at the past, and just. Move. Forward. Don’t look back. The past doesn’t exist anymore, it was a story we once vividly lived that now remains hollow. A ghost town. Once vibrant, now abandoned. Why should I go back? … Continue reading A King
it flits just out of sight, enough to make you rub your eyes and wonder if you really saw it. a breeze and a buzz around your ear, a giggle that echoes gently as you whip your head around and fail to see it once more.
Six of them, arranged just so, framing my head like a hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me closer to kiss my forehead. Six. Always six. Six strewn around me, tossed off the side while my hand grips another or holds it over my face so my gasps don’t wake my roommate. Six … Continue reading Six
It occurs to me that he must’ve treated you the same way he treated every other woman that unwittingly stumbled, mesmerized, and fell deep into those mischievous green eyes. The strong ones, since he loved to believe he could mold a strong woman into something of his own odd fantasy. And you were definitely strong. … Continue reading Letter to a Golden Woman
He sang into that mic and hit a series of notes that gave her full body shivers. How lucky she was that music affects her this way, that she could immerse herself so deeply into a song. And how a song can evoke memories so clear and sharp she can almost smell the cologne he … Continue reading Almost As Good
by Neka Barrera You never thought her confidence, as fierce as the lion on her left bicep, would wilt as deeply as the rose on her right hip. You thought it was you- ignoring her regularly, taking her for granted. The true cause? The skunk who crossed her path on a balmy Chicago summer night- … Continue reading Skunky
by Raven I dreamt about him again last night. He was thin and pale, maybe sick, or just underslept. I drove him down treacherous roads, weaving around tight curves, going faster and faster, until we arrived at my home in some foreign place. I didn't ponder where we were, because in dreams thinking only distracts … Continue reading Dark Blue