Nikki Moore is a Northern Kentucky University graduate with a love for sarcasm and beer. She often writes of women and the earth, with occasional hints of her daily foibles.
She built a home with her hands each beam uncalculated but standing erect to perfection nails nor screws thoughtfully placed because she couldn’t live in a home with a rhyme. Wood splintered on stairs from the footfalls of men who took them, smiling back at the eyes in the walls. Read more
I met a woman who told me the creases in my hand held no hope for children or a life-long love. I wondered if the word alone tasted in her mouth as it did in mine. Sweet but not quite ripe, salty but naturally preserved. Could she feel it on Read more
