Andrman

Calloused feet, like sandpaper, were no match from the hot, midday sidewalk. She had considered the …

The Water Seller stood on the steps of the palace after every meal. Her arms itched, the sand dust l…

It wasn't until they were playing "Taps" that it really hit John. Three hours of hand shakes and con…

He didn't say anything. Really, there wasn't much he could say, not then and certainly not now, stan…

Full frontal in the mirror, in flesh toned underwear and a crop top I bought a Good Will, I am unsur…

They couldn't pay me to love you more.

In my bedside drawer, beneath condoms, and candy bar wrappe…

They found him on the doorstep of a cold and gray human establishment and thought that no, this chil…

(This was written under the influence of two bottles of wine and a complete disregard for grammar)

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You wake to the shivers of dreaming, cold sweats and stifling, suffocating, scratching sheets.

Tor…

Her calloused finger tips are stained with needle point scars, deceptive, fragile, stained with bla…

The library is a church turned community center, with opaque glass, barred windows and a draft. Ms. …

The flash of… cameras? Visual capture devices, brighter than the lean lines of the universe speeding…

It's swirling around them, this confusing mass of tendrils, burning asphalt anger, hot and painful t…

I drink wine from cereal bowls.

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I’m waiting for the G-train heading to Church Ave. I’m smirking and laughing to myself and clutching…