I love this space, and it will always have my heart, but I have to let some things go. — I don’t want to be that editor who shuts down their publication without sending a proper goodbye and explanation… So, here we are. And here is not where I want to be, but here is where I have to be. Some of you may know, that I was promoted at…

Relatable Fiction/Nonfiction — Remember my neighbor who has thunder in her heels? I introduced myself one night as she was storming down the hall. Her smile appeared before I could part my lips, “Hey! Good evening! I’m Tre, by the way.” She nodded and acknowledged me as I fumbled with my keys, attempting to lock my door. “Hey, Tre. Nice to meet…

Sometimes, we’ve got to do the hard things in life to get to the softer parts of life. — I am a flitter. I have gotten better with my flighty ways as I get older. I am no longer a person who will ghost you if you have caused my heart to beat in an irregular pattern. …

a free verse poem — my neighbor has thunder in her heels. she storms down our hallway, but at an easy-going pace. I smile — say, "Hey, there!" in my slight Southern drawl. she smiles — returns the greeting. on our end of the hall, there are four doors. I catch her mostly, turning the corner like her…

A free verse poem — the love wrapped up in someone has fought its way out — eager to greet the world and shower us with bath bombs. how kind must a heart be to devote its time to creating gifts with essential oils and other ingredients melded together to share with hundreds? me and…

Watching a sick senior dog finally at peace is a slice of heaven — It was a regular Sunday morning — nothing out of the ordinary with my sleep until I heard Jernee whimpering and scratching at her crate. I looked at my alarm clock —05:00 AM. I breathed out a sigh, slipped on some clothes, unzipped the door to the Little Monster’s crate…

On the tail-end of a recent move, I’m basking in light — I awakened this morning to a pool of emotions — overwhelmed by their presence, I called my job and reported the absence I knew I would be taking. …

Senryu 8 Parts —

A free verse poem — The move into our new place was a smooth, yet exhausting one. But aren't all moves exhausting? Jernee is adjusting well, and I am elated by this as she hasn't always been the best at accepting change. The Little Monster has already embraced two favorite spots, and I am eager to see…