Candlemaker

Clinton is a small town with around 25,000 people. It is around 53% White and 40% Black, a pretty good...

if & when I am no longer mortal

you should know birth is not quiet. i want you to feel it.

Our first visit nearly brings you to tears. I hand you a diabetes diagnosis. One full point too high on...

soft summer air skies tinted pastel orange the breeze tickles my face

When am I alive? The ink line separating me from my mother Smudged by nature’s thumb

Sorry, you can’t hang your hat here. So please, hold on to your headwear.

I stumble into the room, fumbling over sensible greetings

Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for