Outside and In
American Poems Signal I hide in my eyes made of glitter, made of lies I hide in my house of cards. I hide from the fact that you’re never going see me Bleeding...
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What Are You Afraid Of?
Psychological Short Stories She looked up. Her hands clenched in her lap, and her pale eyes grew dark and stormy. She swallowed deliberately, then whispered, “Everything.” Chapter 1 Therapy. It was a concept...
Cups with Coriander: Reflections
Serial Fiction I realized, after I blew the first stop sign, that I was driving distractedly. I caught a glimpse of a patrol car crouched by the roadside and slowed down. But I...
My Horizon
Free Verse Poem It is key to understanding this entrapment- this sentence within the fleshy jail of mortality- to realize that we cannot change the bars or the walls, or the height from...
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
Out of Africa
Elephants often populate corners in such a way that the rooms’ other occupants aren’t even immediately aware of their presence. It’s only after some time has passed that the situation becomes clear. No, we...
Cups with Coriander: Sugar
Serial Story My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...
Cups with Coriander: The Grind
Serial Story The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....
Cups with Coriander: The Beans
Serial Short Story Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...
Cups with Coriander: Sip Two
Serial Story I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...
Cups with Coriander: Sip One
Short Story She stopped stirring her coffee and pointed her spoon at me. “Here’s how I see it. Cultural paradigms are the ‘one-size-fits-all’ garments of the global morality shop. Created by the median...
