Crave (Poetry)

I crave you. / In quiet stillness / I ache and whine / against the pull in my chest / that yearns, wants, needs, you.

Just kiss already! (Poetry)

It was shouted as a joke. / You looked at me / but I didn't look at you, / because I knew if I did / I wouldn't be joking.

No Homo. (Poetry)

I’m not used to girls. / I don’t know what touches are normal, / What smiles are friendly, what looks mean nothing / They all sing hope to me...

Folk Ballad (Poetry)

Fair was she whom I did love / Fair was the time I spent with her / No sweeter a song I'll ever sing / than the taste of her lips

Longing (Poetry)

When your hair fell from behind your ear, I didn’t want to tuck it back...

Missing you (Poetry)

It's an empty ache I can't suppress / no matter how hard I press / against the sides...

A Dream (Poetry)

Last night I dreamt you were there / You kissed my lips, my face, my hair / I held you close but then you were gone / And I woke with a heart faded and worn

Handwriting (Poetry)

I'm not sure I'll ever get over / how loudly your handwriting / sings of you...

Like Morning (Poetry)

Her smile breaks / small and sincere / like morning...

I Hate Tuesdays (Short Story)

When you have an established routine, you tend to know when to expect mediocrity. And seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning never failed to meet my abysmally low expectations.