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1 The worst has happened The first time I speak my identity without anyone saying it for me (lesbian)
Poetry: General, K, English, Hurt/Comfort, words: 51, 3/11/2016
When I realized I loved you nearer to my mind than the star-scarred sky.
Poetry: Nature, K+, English, Romance, words: 122, 3/11/2016
Daddy phase The eyeshadow my mother bought me dried up on my bedroom dresser while Daddy taught me to shoot a .38 special in the backyard, never too cliché for Louisiana blood.
Poetry: Family, K+, English, Hurt/Comfort & Angst, words: 513, favs: 1, 3/11/2016
1 Resurrection Queer sins cost more than straight ones.
Poetry: Religion, K, English, Spiritual & Hurt/Comfort, words: 304, favs: 1, 3/11/2016
1 Tropical Depressions Don't think about the roof on your house or the tantrum of cloud-scarred sky
Poetry: Nature, K, English, Drama, words: 130, 3/10/2016
1 Scheherazade My father sits on the edge of my bed, by my feet. Are you happy? I yawn, ask if we can talk more in the morning.
Poetry: Family, K, English, Suspense & Drama, words: 210, 3/9/2016
Hurricane Katrina To love life, love it even when you have no stomach for it and grief's tropical storm thickens the air, heavy like the air in New Orleans fit for gills more than lungs;
Poetry: Life, K+, English, Hurt/Comfort & Angst, words: 158, 2/27/2016
Pelican You have not crawled so much since towards your mother's lap—your heart, the size of a plumb, thumping against her thumbpads.
Poetry: General, M, English, Angst, words: 117, 2/27/2016
Ana The black curls just like her mother's clump the floor, winding and shriveling on stone when I brush her hair.
Poetry: Fantasy, M, English, Tragedy & Angst, words: 66, 1/30/2016
1 Merde But it snapped against my body, bent over the master bed, fists tight; and for the first time, my mother swears - merde.
Poetry: Family, T, English, Angst, words: 134, 12/29/2015
2 Who hurt you, Mrs Gill? The scars on her wrists flash in the white light of the supermarket.
Poetry: Life, T, English, Hurt/Comfort, words: 153, 12/28/2015
1 All Shall Be Well The bells of Norwich clap for the rising Louisiana sun as my father's eyes track the spinning vinyl. On Sundays like these, he locks himself in the study to listen to these old records, scratched, skipping beats. In those stacks of black disks, his fingerprints most spot the recordings from the old cathedrals, like Norwich.
Poetry: Family, T, English, Angst & Drama, words: 732, 12/7/2015
3 Ash After we kiss, my mouth lingers with stardust and ash.
Poetry: Love, K, English, Supernatural, words: 19, favs: 1, 11/9/2015
The Secretary An unemployed husband suspects his wife may be cheating on him with a new coworker, but their marriage strains as he violates her privacy in a desperate search for answers.
Fiction: General, K+, English, Drama & Romance, words: 2k+, 9/4/2015
1 Bruise The first time we stripped, she threw the clothes in a pile like she'd done it a hundred times. After, she admitted that nerves almost made her throw up, so she'd swallowed a couple shots to relax her shaking hands. One day, digging around her drawers for her lost wallet, I found Xanax in an Altoids tin atop her Bible.
Poetry: Love, T, English, Angst & Drama, words: 432, favs: 1, follows: 1, 4/20/2015
1 How to be Gay in Mississippi Dig quarters out of your sister's jeans in the laundry basket, and drop them in your piggy bank in case your parents kick you out tomorrow.
Poetry: Love, T, English, Angst & Family, words: 630, 10/14/2014
1 Lost My dear, you are always going to be finding... You'll find yourself in your mother's arms, her hands in your hair as she begs you to tell her what's wrong. You will find the scale in her bathroom and wonder if your boyfriend would love you again if the numbers said something different, something even less than the blond, less than any other girl in your school...
Poetry: General, T, English, Hurt/Comfort & Angst, words: 553, 9/27/2014
1 18 When I switched jobs at the end of the summer, she asked me how to write a resume. When my assignments pile up, I reach for the bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer beneath my shirts; she calls her father for advice. Then at night she'll sext me, I'm touching my skin right now, I just took off my bra….
Poetry: Love, T, English, Romance & Angst, words: 361, favs: 1, 9/21/2014
1 Love and War in Mississippi Before our fingers touch, we'll glance over our shoulders, check that no one walks close enough behind us to notice. A six-foot man in a suit turns a corner and our hands slip to our sides, we fix our eyes everywhere else around him and carry on the conversation as if nothing had happened. As if we did not wonder whether he had glimpsed it at all...
Poetry: Love, K+, English, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, words: 255, favs: 1, 9/19/2014
2 The ritual Three times a day, I ask if she's eaten. A minute ticks by as my heartbeat quickens. Another minute, nausea surges in my throat. My phone lights up with the response. As if someone has stopped squeezing my heart, it settles, and I thank her for eating, for keeping it down. Now I wait again to see whether she needs any more convincing that she should.
Poetry: Love, T, English, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, words: 282, favs: 1, 9/19/2014