
“Futility Of Ardor” by Olga Sezneva
For D.W.T.II She dwells in the house she built for the two of them, after he said they will not Continue reading
For D.W.T.II She dwells in the house she built for the two of them, after he said they will not Continue reading
It was 1968, noon, Saturday. I crouched onto the toilet seat hiding my feet behind the locked stall door. I Continue reading
My ten little piggies are still where they’ve always been, waving to me from the other end of the bath. Continue reading
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and ditzy as ever, Robin made her way through the swarming club, apologizing sweetly and laughing a little Continue reading
I like to read my books during work. I know I’m not suppose too, but when the shelves are clean Continue reading
I straddled you once, on the greenchair that was slowly unwrapping itsskin from its thin, weathered bones. The lights in Continue reading
I was heading home, after a really long and especially tiresome day at school; my head was throbbing and I Continue reading
What the Eye Perceives Rosalind Franklin, 1952 Breeze feathers the lake. Aloft, an eagle scans, rising on the thermals. All Continue reading