He loves to hear me sing my songs in Spanish, the way that I make magic, drinking strawberry milkshake, while I grant his every aching wish. Musing on our future, I pretend to be asleep, when he wakes up in the morning, so he’ll tell me that I’m pretty, when he thinks nobody hears him.…

I need to write something. My pen is panicking, hovering over a wasteland, watching the minutes move on, pleading for my attention. I need to write something. It’s October, where I am, at least, the last time you kissed me, in your car, as I thought about the night before, and the morning, when I…

Down by the lake, I watched the sun rise, my eyes meeting morning, as birds break the silence. You are deep in the water, reflected back at me, your soft smile echoes in my eyeline, my lips ache from longing. My shoulders are covered, but they shiver, for you are the warmth in my heart,…