Amy Sexton, MSEd, Writing Tutor
Fall means crisp, cooler weather, stunning autumn shows of crimson, rust, and golden leaves, bountiful garden harvests, and, on Friday, October 20, a celebration of writing! 180 more words
1 day, 3 hours ago
A Vegan Mess
Why share? Why? Why type your life out and click a button, waiting for people to read? I don’t know. But I know that when I do write, the fog lifts a little. 192 more words
1 day, 23 hours ago
when the baby latches on to the young
mother’s nipple, she pockets air
in her cheeks, feels the tiny
teeth like bee stings.
in grasslands, ants harvest stalks of grass, 168 more words
2 days, 5 hours ago
here is the situation: we are drunk walking
the dog. neither of us is quite naked.
we stop to press our alcohol hot bodies
against each other. 110 more words
erotic fantasy. explicit.
there’s always that moment, whenever a butch and I are hitting it off, that my gaze slips downwards. subtly, yes, but never furtive – I don’t mind if she notices. 465 more words
2 days, 18 hours ago
This last week has been a quiet blur of autumn leaves, frustration, and pancakes.
2 days, 20 hours ago
Sometimes when we fold ourselves at night, we pretend to be tiny origami cranes. Delicate, unfeeling, simple.
Sometimes when the dark finally sets in and shadows come to play, we pretend they’re our drunk dreams warding off the bad ones. 173 more words
3 days, 18 hours ago