The Newsstand

Her fingers gripped the knob, and she yanked the door open and allowed the morning sunlight to pour into the room. She swung her bag over her shoulder and stepped into the day.  The streets shimmered with leftover rain from the previous night’s downpour. She flipped her sunglasses over her eyes and turned towards the newsstand, […]


Is this how it’s supposed to be? I look around at the faces, holding me steady as rain sliding down a window pane. I feel your hand pressing into mine, folding itself into me, combining, mingling with my fingers. But phantom moments mixing with broken realities encase me in cement, break pieces from my heart, […]