Tag: creative writing

He’s Clapton and coffee and old yellowed pages. He’s sheet music and apple pie with vanilla from a pint. He’s steaming showers and bars of Old Spice. He’s dark beer foam and hazelnut comfort. He’s whiskey and olives and ink-stained palms. He’s worn hardwood floors and hot sheets out of the dryer. He’s Thai food […]

“Psychic/Medium $25” – turquoise cursive curled on a black A-sign outside a brick-walled shop. Michelle had dragged me here because, “You never know” and “What if?” and “Come on, Lucy, it’ll be fun – if you hate it, I’ll pay for yours, too,” even though I knew I’d be paying for both of us because […]

The last time I saw the love of my life, I knew I was going to lose him. Drafted into a fight he didn’t start, I could not, would not, accept his going. And yet, I knew I had to. Despite the fact that allowing him to leave went against every feeling in my heart, […]