Quiz Me

Where did you grow up? What’s your favorite baseball team? How old were you when you had your first kiss? Which colleges did you apply to? What’s your takeout order? Why did you hate your sister? How are you resolving that now? What’s your dream job? Why do you think you tackle life better alone?…

Proposal

  The day we met, you got down on one knee in the center of a doughnut shop No, not the one downtown–that one was under construction We went to the east side Territory unknown You, unknown You, pulling me into you as we sat on the waterfront You, hand on my knee Me, brushing…

Ordeal

If I let you go, then you’re not here. But if I make you stay, then you’re not there. This ordeal, I must say, is not ideal.       This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry. For more alphabetical goodness, click here.…

Morse Code

  .. / .-.. — …- . / -.– — ..- Even if I could only use Morse code, I’d still remind you that I love you.         This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry. For more alphabetical goodness, click…

No

This piece is written by my friend Amanda, who is a phenomenal storyteller and amazing human. It’s a bit longer and a bit heavier than the work I’ve been posting this month, but I wanted to give her the space on the internet to share her story while being semi-anonymous, so I asked her to…

Limbs

You moved the furniture out of the living room and I finally realized how big it was How could I not have realized that before? For awhile the room felt tiny. Dust and discoloration showed where the pictures hung, and couch feet became phantom limbs, still pressing their imprints into the carpet. I couldn’t imagine bringing…

Kind Of

We sit in his childhood bed with the lights off. “We break up, we get married, or we die, okay?” I reply. “That’s how all relationships end. So if we break up, well, at least that’s better than death.” He sighs. “Kind of morbid, don’t you think?” “No,” I say. “Kind of optimistic.” This post…