The Truth About Love

The Truth About Love

Kyon natters softly.  His mouthful of little songs wakes Cho because it’s the sound of her son.

Three Poems

Three Poems

He stood and looked suddenly like a little old man, his missing tooth like a keyhole in a door.

Three Poems

Three Poems

It is true I wanted to be pretty before intelligent.

Don’t Ever Change

Don’t Ever Change

There were two ways to make money in my hometown.

Two Poems

Two Poems

She was pretty. So, so, so, so pretty.

Marianne

Marianne

There are some things a girl only has one of.

Two Poems

Two Poems

Boys will be boys. They stand like full stops instead of commas.

Two Poems

Two Poems

Handful of courage, small cup of coffee: this is how we survive.