/*! elementor – v3.6.6 – 08-06-2022 */ .elementor-widget-image{text-align:center}.elementor-widget-image a{display:inline-block}.elementor-widget-image a img[src$=”.svg”]{width:48px}.elementor-widget-image img{vertical-align:middle;display:inline-block} Hidden Beauty, Spring
Unlock the door and bid farewell. Don’t lean in. Start your car and look straight ahead. More chances will come. This kiss hasn’t eluded you for any fault other than your shyness— not inherently a personality flaw but a hindrance in sharing 80 million bacteria with another
I take pictures more than I used to. I wish I was better at it, but I don’t care to improve. No picture I take could ever fully explain why I take them. Some photographers, the famous ones you always hear about, are said to be able to capture a personality, love, even […]
They’re still wading in the shallow end, where depth is scant but wide-eyed youth prevails. Waiting for grown-up teeth to come; “we’ve got time,” they think. Splashing up soggy ideas ’til the fun drains out from underneath. Some graduate to inner tubes, floating on their successes, th
/*! elementor – v3.6.6 – 08-06-2022 */ .elementor-widget-image{text-align:center}.elementor-widget-image a{display:inline-block}.elementor-widget-image a img[src$=”.svg”]{width:48px}.elementor-widget-image img{vertical-align:middle;display:inline-block} Kelly 1/2, Spring 2022
/*! elementor – v3.6.6 – 08-06-2022 */ .elementor-widget-image{text-align:center}.elementor-widget-image a{display:inline-block}.elementor-widget-image a img[src$=”.svg”]{width:48px}.elementor-widget-image img{vertical-align:middle;display:inline-block} Her World, Spring 2022
The stars gleamed in her direction, in all directions, staring like eyes from those long ago. She laid on her back, lengthening her spine and feeling entirely aware of the jagged boards beneath her. The black landscape surrounding her felt like cozying into a homemade blanket on a cold winte
/*! elementor – v3.6.6 – 08-06-2022 */ .elementor-widget-image{text-align:center}.elementor-widget-image a{display:inline-block}.elementor-widget-image a img[src$=”.svg”]{width:48px}.elementor-widget-image img{vertical-align:middle;display:inline-block} Untitled, Spring 2022,
Between the blue lines of pale wide ruled notebooks, I used to draw arrows (→) at the bottom of my pages when fifth-grade teachers still wanted hand-written essays. The arrows (→) signaled there was more to read on the back. Turn the page! it prompted. Letting them know I didn’t tr
Thank you to the sun as it hits the puddles filled with mud on the sides of the street. To the little yellow boots that splash in them. Thank you to the bruise on my knee from swinging my legs up onto my bed. The skin becomes a ripe plum target with a tiny red […]
