If stoplights could speak, I’m sure they would only give advice: slow down stop go. Repeat. -JC

She walked down the middle of the empty street, stopped, and smiled, because she felt like nobody knew her better in that moment than the...

There are messages left in the night sky for those who know where to look. Unanswered texts and unfinished letters make up the manuscript...

wherever she went just in case any shooting stars made their way to Earth and crash landed the way we often do. She made sure to repair...

Glued to my bedframe I’m afraid to look at He peers peerlessly Buoying like a sinking ship Up and down, down and up Daring me to dare...

the perilous ground is a bottomless ocean Lights twinkle Beckoning distant ships to shore Blinking Like lovers who speak different...

Images are powerful things. When we try to think of images that encapsulate awe and wonder, what do we think of? Almost always, we think...

I plow through the curves of that spread-out valley on my way to her like a raindrop seeking entrance between canyons where maps are not...

They’re like putting on your favorite sweater: Wrapping you with a love that is yours and yours alone. Whispering in your ears, hugging...

On certain days he often stayed alone, Aware of how his smile made him look Like an outcast. Alone he stayed till grown, Inside his home...

The night is dark as I awake alone wondering where she might be so I slip my slippers on slide outside the bedroom door and tiptoe to the...

1 I was late to my English class senior year. Thanks to Magenta, my traitorous penny board, I had spent several minutes before the start...

It gets caught in my throat And I wonder how he must have felt To know that centuries of oppression pushed into his neck Only to remind...

to my first post. Like many stories, mine starts in the middle. In the middle of my twenties. In the middle of a pandemic. In media res:...