That One Summer

I had yet to feel your sweat on my neck, but I knew I loved you already. Like red roses pulling yellow streaks, and green thumbs dipped in sugar, I loved you. Like desperate phone calls made to lonely operators in the middle of the night, just this side of the beach, I loved you. … Continue reading That One Summer

Heavy Hands

I used to wonder how I could love him; but he crept in slowly, inch by careful inch until he no longer reeked of her and the kids he never really wanted anyway. But his hands grew heavy until they left hints of him behind, and I became the one who reeked of dirty things … Continue reading Heavy Hands

Oblivion

I wrote this piece for the Creative Nonfiction Literary prize with CBC Books, sadly I wasn't longlisted for the contest, but it did find its first home on Feminine Collective. The rules were that the piece had to be creative nonfiction, and it had to come in at 1500 words or less, I think mine … Continue reading Oblivion

We Never Made The Headlines – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  I was born beautiful. I was born capable of conquering the world with tiny feet and cheeks blushed over with dreams. Chunky monkey, you have it all. I believed it. I believed in everything. Hands filled with stars that I threw up in the sky myself... and I watched the first one fall when … Continue reading We Never Made The Headlines – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

It was always yours

Enter with a happy heart and clean feet. You broke that battle before it broke you. Don't ever let it back in. Walk down hallways and remember. You have taken back what they had stolen. It was always yours. Welcome home. © Nicole Lyons 2016

Let It Burn – Jason King

I'm sitting outside....gazing at the night sky....counting stars....I’ve always had a love affair with them....it’s quiet....except for the crickets....and this large dog on the other side of a fence barking at me....I bite back dammit....this makes me think also I'm actually a little excited for my nervous breakdown....I’m only half joking about this.... mainly because … Continue reading Let It Burn – Jason King

January – N.R. Shepherd

    I dug up a notebook, and blew off the ashes. With my hands in my pockets, and my chin tucked to my chest, I took a stroll through the pages of opiate abuse, and lusting a harlot. Walking this gravel lane of memories, no wonder I ended up dangling from an extension cord. … Continue reading January – N.R. Shepherd