We must cherish those light-up bugs, floating flitting, fireflies, dancing through the fading dusk, tiny wings hitting, fireflies. While the loon yodels over ponds of flowers and green reeds, Their beams scatter, stitching skyward patterns, spitting fireflies. The trike, dumped in the drive on its s
Splice another vein, smear another molecule. What’s a second bead of blood anyway—you’ve already conceded so many little heartbeats. Do I even recognize myself anymore? Write another one of your strangled, love-lorn poems. Yes, yes, there—look at how thirsty your metaphors have become, licki
Back in 2010, we slept on the same bed and smudged peach gloss onto our lips, fanning ourselves with our Hannah Montana flip flops, still sandy from the playground. On those endless days, we were entangled with one another, whispering and dreaming in sync. I laid on your sofa and ate packages of Gir
Taz took a deep breath. The cool morning air tasted like freedom. Mel was leaning against the rusty hood of his Jeep, twirling his keys in his fingers with an idle smile. Against his better judgment, Taz grinned. He loved Mel’s nonchalance; the man never looked out of place anywhere, even with tha
The smell of freshly plucked grain and sliced fruit greets me as I step into the last stop on my messenger trail in Fahee, a farmer’s market the locals call “Barric’s” after the original owner. I’ve had a long journey delivering mail to and from Polaris, nine twelfth-years to be exact, and
