Five Fatimas Five
A decade a coke
Whore
A year pathetic
Hermit
Year: 2017
Home is Where The Heart Lives
Home is where the heart lives and breezes through you.
Boy to Man
By rediscovering one another we’ve met love by crossing paths we’ve begun a new life together.
The Heart Always Wants to Keep Beating
By the way, in case you didn’t know, one can live with half a heart, half a soul. Yes, the blood still flows thru veins, the legs still move, the pulse still pulses.
Isn’t that simply astounding?
Rebecca
The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed plaster walls as she took the first steps slowly, navigating the bowed and weakened wood on the stairs. The house and her family were accustomed to her. Read more
I’m A Testosterone Novice
It’s not a secret anymore. Women make me nervous. On any given day, it would be easier for me to jump naked into a pit of venomous snakes, freeze my tongue on a streetlight post for an entire winter, or consume a five-course meal of double-edged razor blades than to Read more
Shutting Down Because My Lover Shut Me Out
Sometimes I don’t want to deal with my life. It hurts too much. He doesn’t see me. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to speak, see, feel, love, hate, be, eat, see, feel, touch or taste the way my feelings are. I am shutting down from Read more
Little Nose
Little Nose All my pain and all my woes Go right up my little nose Now I am free, so unexposed But my friend, she stunts my growth And in the end I am alone Photo ©Julie Anderson All Rights Reserved