Hi. It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken. How’s it going? As good as it could be, I suppose. I haven’t been working - yeah, no, it’s okay - I applied for unemployment and I have a few month’s worth of bill money saved up regardless. Not worrying about the financial side of things makes … Continue reading Sea Turtles
Tag: friendship
and I wanted to
I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
Letter to a Golden Woman
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
You seem…sad.
By Cat Coule “I don't want to talk about it,” I told Matthew. I turned away from him, towards the ocean. I was lying...and I wasn’t lying. My heart wanted. My throat did not. This was the one thing I had wanted us to talk about for so long. And, yet, if the words came … Continue reading You seem…sad.
Coffee with my old Self
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
Life’s a Play
I felt happy that day, and beautiful, truly beautiful. The right side of the bed followed me everywhere that morning; my teeth were extra sparkly and my eyes matched. I rejoiced in feeling not a single shred of anxiety, of guilt, of self-loathing. I was beautiful and intelligent and kind, the world smiled at me … Continue reading Life’s a Play
You’re the Lime
by Danny Trinidad Staring didn’t accomplish much You’re next to me, but too far to touch I know sometimes I talk too much There aren't enough words for you The things you laugh at, make me laugh too And I love, the things you do. The songs you like, the shows you view In The … Continue reading You’re the Lime
Drinks to Quiet His Demons
she wonders how it's possible to love more than one person at a time and how she can possibly miss him when she's been afraid of him. those hazel eyes, gentle one minute as he looked at her and asked if she ever loved him. angry when she hesitates. frantic when he realizes she sees … Continue reading Drinks to Quiet His Demons
A Slew of Winter Definitions
Winter is keeping one eye on the ground in front of you searching for ice while also making sure you're not bumping into humans or poles or into certain death as vehicles swerve over the half inch of slush, skirting the curb by mere inches dreaming of the fifth cup of tea while you're just … Continue reading A Slew of Winter Definitions
His Inner Monologue
finely lined jaw, receding chin, dark eyes (flashing almost too quickly for me to see: happiness, sadness, and anger) pupils dilate rapidly as he tells me he can't bear to not have me around because then i'll have to be alone with my thoughts my happiness means so much to him but only if my … Continue reading His Inner Monologue
Write Then & There 