I keep my courage in the fridge. The last place a thief would ever look. Unless they're hungry. In that case, they could have it. They...

At night, I drag myself from the covers, cold and ravenous, even in the hundred degree heat. I creep through the hallway, and hold my own...

I have not fallen in love. I swore to myself that if love ever came to my doorstep again, it would be because I invited it over. My heart...

Drafts from Death of the Abstract Artist "Life is bad and good; but much worse and better than ever before. I want to learn many things...

Drafts from Death of the Abstract Artist I am a cavity of broken things. My arms are made of silicone putty, My legs are made of lines...

Draft from Death of the Abstract Artist "I take myself to the beach to pick shards from the sand, to pull myself free of the sea foam. I...

Drafts from Death of the Abstract Artist ; here's a two in one! "I am staging a murder against the parts of me that have loved. I am...

Draft from Death of the Abstract Artist "Some nights, there is blood in my bed. Some nights I am very tired by do not sleep. I am...

Draft for Death of the Abstract Artist "I am breaking myself into pieces. I am degenerating into breadcrumbs. I want to follow the trail...

"I never want to love anyone again. Not the way I loved her. Circling the cliff's edge, anticipating the leap. I've jumped off that ledge...